My mind was telling me that if he cancelled or failed to show up, I wouldn't try again. But my heart was saying otherwise. I have wanted this for years. It didn't matter that we weren't meeting in a hotel room, it only mattered that I could touch him again. I changed the names for obvious reasons.
It seemed like the time passed slow. I was to meet him on a dirt road in an area that I ride horses often. At first, I was supposed to just meet up in our vehicles, but I knew that would draw attention. So being I was off on Fridays and usually ride a few hours, I decided to ride until we met up. Besides, there's nothing like the saddle rubbing my crotch to get me in the mood. As I saddled up, I placed a rolled up blanket in my saddle bag just in case. I also packed a few beers. The beers would help calm me down and put me in a hornier mood also. I had timed my arrival to give me about an hour ride. That was plenty of time to finish a couple of beers before Greg arrived. It also gave me time to find an old road he could pull his truck onto. I wasn't sure if he would have enough time, but my mind swirling with ideas.
Over the years he had made many promises of what he wanted to do, WELL I had also for that matter. The weather was great for an early spring day. For the majority of the ride, my mind teased me with Greg. My visions were to feel his embrace, his soft kisses, his passion and his throbbing erection. Would he have time to back up his words? Would he still be interested? I couldn't wait to wrap my lips around the head of his large cock and look in his eyes. To lick and take the shaft deep in my mouth until my tongue touched the base. I wanted to feel the head swell and throb. I wanted his moans to reach a peak never before heard. Then taste his cum as he filled my mouth. The fantasy of him shooting his warm cum in my mouth has always stayed with me.
It was all these thoughts that had me in a trance. Before I realized it, a half hour had passed and I had reached a fairly remote area. I found an old and followed it a short distance, but found it inadequate. I rode on and the main road some more until I found another grown up trail that appeared would handle a truck. I took the trail for a couple hundred feet and came upon an area large enough to turn a vehicle around. It also had a small grassy area for my horse. I took advantage of the time and dismounted for a quick bathroom break. I tied Trigger up and found a safe clearing to drop my pants. Just as I finished, my phone began to ring. I jumped because this is an area normally without service. I opened it to find the caller as Greg. He was on his way but may be another 30 minutes. I told him about where I was at and would be looking for him. I told him my wet pussy needed some attention, if he had time. He said we would have at least an hour, maybe two. He teasing said he couldn't wait to taste what he wanted to fuck. I was panting by the time we hung up.
The anticipation was driving me mad and wet. As I wiped and cleaned my pussy, a finger sent chills up my spine. How was I going to wait 30 more minutes? As I rubbed my wet hole, my pussy sucked at my hand. Before I realized it, I had two fingers buried and I was still squatted. I knew I to stand or else. As I stood to pull my pants up, I grinned knowing I had failed to tell grag I wasn't wearing any. It had been a long time since he had touched my pussy and even then I had worn panties. I rubbed my wet hole one more time and closed my eyes. I needed to cum now. I waddled over to the saddle bag and pulled out the blanket, stretching it out under the shade of a tree. It wouldn't take me long for this orgasm. I laid down and pushed my pants past my knees. I tilted my head back as my finger touched my clit. With the right pressure, I was going to soak this blanket quickly. I eased two fingers deep inside as my thoughts went his big throbbing cock grew in my mouth. I wanted his first orgasm to be in my mouth. I knew he loved blowjobs and I wanted him to remember this one. Could he last longer than I just did? I continued rubbing my clit and fingering my hole. Then I pulled my fingers out and licked them clean. My sweet juices were delicious and I thought of how he would enjoy the taste as well.
Then I slipped my fingers back inside and continued rubbing my clit. My orgasm was getting nearer. Then I pulled one finger out and rubbed it around my asshole. Just like my pussy, it opened also. As both holes were fucked with a finger, my orgasm came closer to erupting. Within seconds my inner thighs were soaked. It took a whole 5 minutes just to calm down to get dressed. Then anger set in. Why couldn't I have waited for him? And why did I have to get dressed? If only he had known exactly where I was at. Imagine his surprise to pull up and see me waiting stark naked. It was unbelievable how wet I was.