A First of Many Things
She reared up her horse then galloped off her hair hanging lose, the wind blowing it back off her face as she laughed gleefully. I raced after her enjoying the chase until we almost reached the homestead. Cantering back, I felt the wonderful sensation of the saddle as I slid up and down over the leather, my clit already swollen, my thoughts where they always were…about what was ahead of us.
“Thank you, it brought back memories,” I said as we handed over the horses to the stable-hand and began our way back to our cabin. “Wonderful memories.”
“I’m glad. Have a good night,” the owner said, coming out of his office, and I was sure I saw a wink pass through the two of them.
“You can count on it,” I muttered as our feet scrunched up old gum leaves on the trail to the c
