The slope was dense with pines and alders; the Oregon sun poking narrow fingers of light through the trees. The twitter of birds and the rustling of small animals amid the undergrowth added their subtle sounds to the jingling of bits, the creaking of saddle-leather and the rhythmic sound of the horses hooves.
Reining in my horse I retrieve my cigarette packet from my pocket, take one from the packet and place it in my mouth. As I flick the flint-wheel of my lighter I glance towards my delightful companion. Her denim-clad hips broad and so womanly, her shoulder-length, dark honey-blonde hair cascading around her smiling face. I light my cigarette with a flick of my zippo, a broad smile across my face too.
Taking a deep draw, I exhale the smoke into the crisp, afternoon air and, as my companion clicks her horse to continue along the trail, I give my horse a nudge to follow on behind.
A little niggle in the back of my mind admonishes my previous fears. I should have tried horse-riding before. I was enjoying the experience immensely. I can't help thinking that my companion has chosen my steed with care. King, a big bay, was gentle and willing and, more importantly, very forgiving in not jerking and shying when I tried maneouvres that experienced riders knew were impossible.
The trail widened and, hurrying King's gait a little, I drew alongside my companion. She smiled again, perhaps at my inexperience with the horse.... but then, perhaps just pleased to have my company out here in the early-Summer sunshine.
"How do you like it so far," she asked, turning in her saddle.
"It's great," the words almost jolted out of my lungs with the constant motion of my ass bouncing against the hard saddle. But I meant every word. The sights and sounds of the forest, the shadowed mystery. Rocky outcrops and gullies with their secret delights and the bubbling of streams making their hurried path towards the distant Pacific. The slight breeze across the valley, even the motion of the horse beneath me which I was kinda getting used to by now. And yes, I was enjoying the company of my curvy companion. Her mane of blonde and her subtly sexy giggle and twinkle in her eye each time our eyes met.
Just as I imagined her lovely thighs, now embracing her horse's flanks, embracing mine..... she clicked her horse once more and broke out into a canter along the tree-lined trail. By the time I'd controlled my horse and aimed King down the trail she was out of sight. Damn! Where'd she go?
Flickering my half-finished cigarette into a rain-water puddle I set off behind her at a trot trying to listen for the sound of her horse's hooves. Rounding a bend amidst the trees I entered a clearing - the beauty of which was equally as breath-taking as that of my missing companion. A waterfall cascaded down a sheer rock-face shrouding the pool into which it descended in a fine mist of water-vapour.... the sunlight making it look most exquisite. One of the sights of Oregon that I shall always remember.
Taking in the spendour, my eyes sought out an indication of where my lovely trail-guide had gone. Where had that cheeky lass gone?
Some distance up the trail I saw her horse, the saddle empty, standing quietly, it's reins secured to the branch of a fallen tree. But where was my cuddly companion?
I reined King to stop alongside her abandoned steed and looked about the clearing. Had she fallen off? No..... her horse is secured to the branch. Had she hidden among the trees? Where was she? Suddenly something small and light hit me on the back and I whirled the horse around expecting to see her impish grin. Nothing. Then, as my eyes searched the adjacent trees, I saw a pine cone arcing through the air towards me. Haha! Susan! I know where you're hiding! Behind the fallen tree. Quickly, albeit untidily, I dismount and quickly fasten King's reins to one of the trunks branches.
As silently as I could, I tiptoe, my breathing seeming to be almost as loud as the horses as I move around the bulk of the fallen tree to find my hidden companion.
Slowly, lest a footfall might give me away.
Where is she?
Above the spendid sound of the waterfall, I heard a sound behind me and, as I turned my head, I caught a movement out of the corner of my eye. I begin to turn but - too late.
Her momentum caught me across the shoulders and pushed me forward. I stumbled to lie face-down on the soft grass and pine needles, my companion straddling my hips - a earthy, musical giggle on her sweet lips. I tried to push my delicious tormentor off but her legs gripped tight and, leaning forward, she pushes down on my shoulder-blades.
I was unable push her off! Although by no means bulky she had the advantage of height and quite powerful thighs and arms. I couldn't move at all! Not without getting rough and..... I mused 'Who would be stuck between the thighs of a honey-blonde and actually WANT to escape'?
Not I!!
But I feel a little awkward face down like that. I want to see your ruby-red lips as you talk and that mane of honey gold. Managing to get the palms of my hands on the ground next to my shoulders, I push but your weight on my back as your lean forward, your hair tickling my cheek, is too much. I push backwards with my hips trying to unseat you from your new 'saddle' but to no avail. Almost succeeding in moving you off but, with years of practice riding horses, you're able to keep your balance well.
A third attempt....lifting one hip and pushing with one arm to roll on to my back accomplishes one of my aims. I'm able to see your naughty smile and your lovely grinning face looking down at me. And although I was unable to unseat my sexy lover..... I'm quite content - I'm able to slip my fingers onto your waist to touch your flesh. Our little playful tussle has pulled your turquoise t-shirt from the waistband of your riding pants allowing my fingers to find your warm, soft flesh..... another one of my aims!
"I told you I could ride, my Stan," you giggle, leaning forward to kiss me and your honey-blonde halo covers my face as that kiss deepens. My arms slide beneath your t-shirt further to caress your back, my forearms taking the material with it, till I find the strap of your bra and pluck at it..... attempting to flick it undone.
