I walked into the Tack Shop and drew a deep breath. Ahhh…the smell of leather. I so love that smell. It is a very sensual scent to me. I can feel the warmth growing between my legs, which have become somewhat, weakened from the arousing thoughts in my mind. Next to a good round of sex, visiting Horse Tack Shops is one of my favorite past times. I only seldom buy anything, as with most horse owners, I just like the atmosphere; invigorating.
“Hi there” the young man’s voice startled me out of my reverie.
I looked toward the counter and was pleasantly surprised to see a very handsome young man in his late 20’s, near shoulder length, dark brown wavy hair, and huge chestnut eyes. I have come here often and learned quickly that this young man was the proprietor of the shop and with each visit here I find myself hoping for his presence. He had been the subject of many a wet dream. Today, he wore a red western type shirt with pearlized snaps down the front and the arms gave evidence of well-formed muscles beneath the sleeves of that shirt, they bulged in all the right places. The blue jeans he had on clung tightly to his fine narrow hips. I smiled at the thought of what type of ass may be attached to those hips then flushed a bit when he returned my smile, wondering what he would do if he knew my thoughts. I was, in fact, undressing this man with my mind. An act, which was usually, considered a male trait as most men do this to women but it is rarely known that women are just as prone to do it to the males they see.
“We close in ten minutes,” the young man said with a crooked smile, “but feel free to browse. And if there is anything I can help you find just let me know.” I felt his eyes travel the length of my body. I wore a short black skirt with a sheer white sleeveless zipper front blouse. His expression was one of strictly business though somewhat forced, I thought.
“Actually,” I said trying to shake my ever-present lustful inner self, “I am looking for a set of kick chains. My mare seems to have picked up the nasty habit of pacing her stall and kicking at the walls. Seems the stable owner takes umbrage to this…” We both laughed nervously. “ Do you carry them?”
“Yes,” he replied eagerly, “They’re right over by the wall, next to the riding crops and bats.”
I looked in the direction he pointed and thanked him, heading off toward the wall. My path took me directly between the large display of saddles, both English and Western style, and I was once again aroused by the new leather smell. I soon picked out a pair of kick chains, which consisted of two canvas belted cuffs, each fleece lined and each with about a six-inch length of chain on them. The chains do not attach, but are designed to be placed on the horse’s ankles so that whenever the horse kicks at anything, the chain comes up and gives their canon bone a quick rap. It is not harmful to a horse, just mildly annoying. A smart horse will learn quickly the consequences of such unacceptable behavior. After some minor inspection I decided these would do just fine and I unconsciously placed them about my wrists, while I began looking at the large selection of riding crops, bats, and whips. I chose a bat, about 2 feet in length with a short loop of leather on the end. First I gently ran my fingers along its entire length, closing my eyes to get the ‘feel’ of it’s rigidness; then I tapped the tip lightly against my palm, testing its sting against my skin. As I moved on down the wall, looking at all the other riding accessories the shop had to offer, I began rythymatically smacking the end of the bat against my bare thigh. I was enjoying the feel of the stinging leather against my naked skin and I knew the shop’s owner was watching me because out of the corner of my eyes I could see him stealing looks at the bottom of my very short skirt.
The proprietor of the shop walked over to the door turned the lock and pulled the shades on the windows. Startled back to reality, I looked at him and asked if he needed me to ring me out so he could go. He waved me off, saying he was only locking up so no one else would come in and that I was to take my time. There was that in his eyes, which told me, he was thinking more of keeping me in rather than keeping others out.
Returning to my browsing with a devilish smile on my face, I caught myself reaching up, easing the zipper down on my blouse to just expose the top of my close front black bra. I could feel his presence behind me.
“Is there something I can help you with?” He asks in a pleasant bass voice. It had a seductive ring to it.
As I turned in his direction I found him so close that the tips of my breasts brushed against his arm. His eyes did not lock with mine at first but looked directly at my cleavage. I grinned; this was what I had hoped for. I looked down and saw the growing bulge in his skintight jeans. I placed my hands on his shoulders, crook a finger under his chin, forcing him to look into my inviting eyes. I covered his mouth in a deep tongue-thrusting kiss.
He took the initiative, quickly yanking the top of my blouse, causing the zipper to make a tearing sound as the front of my blouse came quickly undone, exposing my breasts. My hands began to roam across his broad shoulders while he cupped my breasts in his large hands. He kissed his way down my neck, nibbling at the jugular lightly, sending a shiver through my entire body. He released my bra and looked approvingly at my rock hard nipples. His mouth covered one, working his tongue around the nipple, biting it lightly. I moaned my pleasure, arching my back slightly as if to offer myself to him all the more.
I pulled him up to kiss his mouth once more all the while I am popping the snaps of his shirt, exposing his bare chest. As I slid his shirt off his shoulders and caressed his solid chest, I pushed him back against a saddle on its rack. I furiously yanked open his jeans, releasing the bulge that had been growing there.
I grinned, pleased with what popped out from under his tight jeans as I pushed them down about his hips. Soon I have his full manhood in my hands, circling my fingers around it, stroking it. His massive shaft is longer than the two of my hands stacked up top of one another. I looked into his eyes only to discover he is lost in the shear pleasure my attention to his maleness was bringing him. Deciding to give more, I lower my mouth to his now throbbing cock, kissing it lightly on the tip, running my tongue the entire length of the shaft then drawing his balls into my mouth. I hear a slight moan escape his lips as he feels the ball of my barbell pierced tongue doing it’s job ever so efficiently; there would be no turning back now. I then worked my mouth back up his shaft until I reached the top of it, linger on the tip momentarily then quickly engulf its entirety inside my mouth.
I sucked madly, all the while pulling on it and he had to brace himself on the ends of the saddle as I felt his member pulsate in the warm wetness of my mouth. He emits a slight growl through gritted teeth, working his hips, thrusting madly in and out of me. The heat was building, as I tasted the first trickles of his male juices. The taste was salty sweet and I sucked all the harder, relishing it. His growl grew to a maddening volume. With on final massive thrust, he exploded inside my mouth and I gleefully, drained him of every last drop of his juices.
When he was spent, I stood, running my hand up and down the front of him. He barely took a moment to regain his breath when he heard the sound of the chains at the end of the cuffs still about my wrists. There came an evil gleam to his eyes.
Now he took over, kissing me passionately all the while cupping my breasts in his hands, rubbing his thumb across my nipples causing them to harden even more. He slid a hand up to my shoulders and soon brushed the blouse off my shoulders then deftly grabbed the straps of my bra, pushing it down to join my blouse on the floor. When I tried to place my hands on his chest once more, he grabbed my arms, grins devilishly, and then backs me up to the wall. His hands slide down to the cuffs about my wrists and he then took hold of one of the chains, raised my arm high up and to the side of me and fastened the chain securely to a hook on the wall. I watched, intrigued, as he repeats this same action with my other hand. I am now bound half-naked and vulnerable in front of this strange handsome man and I found it very exciting.
The young man stood back to view my half-naked body, stroking his chin thoughtfully with a thumb and forefinger. The look that was in his eyes spoke of what was to come for me as he deftly stepped out of his boots and pants, his shirt too fell to the floor with the rest of his clothing. His smile broadened, then he proceeded to let his fingertips travel the length of me, in front, in back then stopped at my bottom. Raising my skirt and working my bottom in both hands as he pressed me against him and I could not mistake the solid thing that prodded against me. I wanted him, this I could not deny and there was something else I couldn’t deny, the excitement I felt at being bound. No one had ever done this to me before and now this man who I had only ever had a business like contact with had me in his power. Very exciting!
