It was still only 30 degrees when I finished my riding lesson I could see my breath even in the barn. It was quiet, and I took my time grooming my horse and putting away my tack. Everyone else had gone home for the afternoon, and I was enjoying the time alone, just me and my horse JT.
The stillness was broken by the slam of a door at the back of the barn. I just sighed softly. My quiet reprieve from the hustle and hassle of life was over way too soon. I was forced to deal with reality once again.
The barn manager, Kevin, sauntered down the aisle. Maybe this interruption wasn’t too bad. Kevin was a quiet man, preferring to work alone rather than chew the fat with the rich people who boarded horses at his ranch. He was never intrusive or nosy, which I liked. Not to mention, he was pretty easy on the eyes in his tight Wranglers, boots and hat. Every female rider melted when his soft brown eyes turned to focus on them. Hell, even the mares seemed to flirt with him as he tossed the morning grain into each stall. I was sure he wasn’t a lonely man. He could have his pick of conquests, especially among the young women who took riding lessons at his facility.
He nodded to me as he passed the cross ties where I was grooming JT, then continued on to muck the stalls at the far end of the barn. I hurried my work so I could put my horse out with the other geldings before it was time to bring him in for the night. After I’d let JT out to pasture, I returned to the relative warmth of the barn to find Kevin filling the water buckets near JT’s stall. It was a very pleasant sight!
I’d been coming to the stables long enough to know the routine. Once all the stalls were cleaned, each horse got fresh water, hay and grain. Everyone helps out when they can, and so as soon as I put my tack away, I pulled the hay cart around so I could do my part. Someone had already taken the easy to reach bales that morning, so I had to climb up the stack to get fresh hay from the top of the pile. Cursing softly, I pulled myself up, my inner thighs sore from my hour long ride.
As I began to tug on the topmost bale, I felt myself losing my balance. The bale fell off to the side, but I felt a set of strong hands on my hips, steadying me. My breath was shaky as I leapt back off the stack, the hands never leaving my hips. For a moment, I stood with Kevin pressed against me from behind. He lowered his head and his warm breath caressed my neck as he whispered, “You okay?”
I leaned back into him. I could only nod, unable to speak with him so close. I could hardly breathe.
His head lowered a fraction more and his lips found my weak spot behind my ear. His rough hands encircled my waist underneath my clothes. My legs trembled weakly as his mouth wandered down along my neck, pushing aside my jacket and finding the hollow gap just above my shoulder. Gasping, I turned around to face him. He plunged one hand into my hair, the other going to the small of my back. I was crushed back into the bales of hay as his lips found mine. It tasted like peppermint when his tongue slid into my mouth, asking mine to play. It didn’t need to ask twice. . . .
My hand found his head to pull him closer, connecting every inch of our bodies. I moaned in disappointment when he pulled back, but I wasn’t disappointed for long. He unzipped my jacket, grabbed the bottom of my shirt and in one motion unsnapped it up to my throat. The cold air and excitement had my nipples at full attention, even through my pink lace bra.
Growling under his breath, Kevin buried his head in my full breasts. He used his teeth and his hands to roughly free them from the soft, lacy cups. His mouth plunged over one nipple and then the other, teasing the peaks with his teeth and tongue.
I fumbled with the zipper on his coat and the buttons on his shirt. I was anxious to see the effects his long hours of hard labor had on his body. I was not disappointed when I uncovered his well muscled chest. My mouth roamed over his skin and followed the trail of hair further down until I was stopped by fabric. I unfastened each button of his jeans, tasting every inch of hot flesh that was revealed.
His skin was warm as my fingers slid his jeans off his hips and down to his knees. His hard cock was pulsing as it awaited my attention. I licked and nibbled up one side and down the other, never taking him fully in my mouth. My hair slid against his hot member as I dipped to give full service to each side of his scrotum before returning my attention to his glorious cock. My hand gripped the base as my tongue circled the head, but I knew the teasing was over when he grabbed the hair at the base of my neck. We paused, enjoying the moment, when my mouth plunged down, warm and wet, over his cock.
My teeth grazed his shaft on each up stroke, and my tongue slid over the head of his rod before I dove down again. His hips began to thrust with excitement, and I could feel myself getting hot and wet, too.
It was getting hard to concentrate on the job at hand with my pussy throbbing for attention. Kevin must have sensed my agitation. He lifted me up on a bale of hay and pressed me onto my back. He had my jeans around my ankles in a flash. Without hesitation, his head was between my legs. His tongue licked my pussy with a skill that was unmatched up to that point. My legs shook as he paid special attention to my clit, his tongue occasionally dipping past my lips to taste the honey within. His mouth settled on my clit as he slid two fingers into my muff.
My hips bucked wildly, and I came not long after he had penetrated me. I thrashed on the hay as he continued to work his magic on my spasming pussy. I lost track of time as he brought me to the peak over and over. Just when I thought I couldn’t take it any more, he untangled himself from my legs and came up smiling. He placed a hand on one hip and rolled me over onto my stomach. Then, with my legs dangling over the edge of the bale, he nudged my thighs apart to receive him.
My hands clutched the twine holding the bale together as he entered me, hot and hard. I groaned with pleasure as he grabbed my hips and thrust inside. He slowly began to slide in and out, driving me crazy with his deliberate strokes. I turned my head to meet his eyes, silently pleading with him to speed things up. I wanted it now!
Kevin gave a light chuckle, but in a minute the bale of hay began to rock as he complied with my request. His hands moved from my hips to circle my waist and dip between my legs. He fingered my clit as his strokes grew harder and faster.
Just as I was about to come again, I heard a door slam at the other end of the barn. I bit my lip and grabbed fistfuls of hay to stop from screaming as I started to reach the peak of orgasm. Kevin matched my wild bucking and his cock began spasming in ecstasy.
As he collapsed against my back, I heard one of the other boarders call his name. He sighed into my jacket and gave my hips a final squeeze. I turned and noticed his skin was steaming as he pulled his clothes together. He leaned in and kissed my neck, walking outside to find the other rider before he found us.
After I got my stuff together, I finished putting hay in the stalls. Kevin and the other man were down in one of the other pastures looking at the fence when I left. The entire encounter took place with only two words spoken between us.
I’ve seen Kevin since, but we haven’t had any similar opportunities. I can tell by the looks he gives me when I’m riding, though, that I won’t have to wait much longer to be with him again. W.Y., Lawton, Oklahoma