It was the fourth week in a row that Emily had come to ride the beautiful chestnut mare at Mr Gregson's stables. He had been expecting her, so Gigi was saddled up and ready to go when Emily arrived. Mr Gregson had given her his customary grin and wordlessly helped her mount the horse, then returned to his house to give her free reign of the paddock.
Emily hadn't ridden a horse since she was 13, but when she'd moved away from home a month ago to be closer to the University she had been thrilled to discover Mr Gregson's stables only a ten minute walk from her new flat. Mr Gregson had ridden with her for a few minutes on her first ride, but he was confident enough in her riding abilities to let her take Gigi out alone.
Today Emily was wearing her usual jeans and a wide-necked 80's style shirt which was billowing in the wind as she brought Gigi into a smooth canter. Her small breasts bounced gently as the horse bobbed up and down, and her long dark hair flew out behind her underneath her helmet.
Her hour was over too soon, but the exhilarated smile remained on her face as Mr Gregson helped her dismount.
"Thank you so much Mr Gregson, that was an amazing ride." She gave him her widest grin, displaying her dimples in all their glory. Mr Gregson didn't answer, and his eyes were focused lower than her own. After a moment he mumbled an apology and looked away. Emily glanced down and noticed with embarrassment that the neck of her shirt had completely slipped over her shoulder, exposing one pale, somewhat pointed breast.
She flushed deeply as she hurriedly rearranged the neck. "Sorry, ah, I guess I should wear a bra, but, they're so small anyway..." Emily realised she was only embarrassing herself further so she changed the subject. "Can I help you brush Gigi down?"
Mr Gregson nodded and gave her a smile, "Thank you. And don't worry about it, dear." He handed her a brush and they stood on either side of the mare, brushing her in silence.
Emily felt her face reach deeper shades of crimson by the moment. No one had seen her naked before. When her friends had started to develop Emily had waited for it to happen to her, but it never did and she was too embarrassed by her gangly, flat frame to be comfortable around boys.
Just when Emily had started to fight back tears, Mr Gregson came around to her side of the horse. "You have nothing to be embarrassed about Emily."
"It's just...their size...their shape...they...I should just go. Sorry." She put down the brush and started to walk past Mr Gregson, but he placed a firm hand on her shoulder. He stared intently into her eyes and Emily couldn't do anything but stare back.
Mr Gregson wasn't a bad looking man. He was in his 40s and his dark brown hair had just a light frosting of grey. His skin was tanned and freckled. He wasn't overly muscular but he was solid and toned. As Emily stared at him she couldn't help feeling comforted by his hazel eyes that permanently crinkled at the corners, making him seem eternally friendly.
Emily barely noticed when he started to slip the neck of her shirt down again. He cupped her exposed breast in one hand but didn't take his eyes of hers as he said, "This is the most beautiful breast I have ever seen." As if to prove his point he began to rub his thumb back and forth across the nipple, then he finally broke his gaze and placed a few soft kisses on her breast before taking the nipple in his mouth and sucking it with a hunger that Emily had never seen directed at her.
Emily was shocked with herself for letting him do it, but she couldn't deny how wonderful it felt to have someone admire the body she had always kept hidden, not to mention the physical sensations that were starting to shoot back and forth between her nipple and the increasingly damp area between her legs.
With his mouth still on her nipple, Mr Gregson reached up to pull down the other side of her collar. It wasn't quite wide enough to fit over both shoulders but he tugged at it until it tore enough for it to fit. He looked up at her just long enough to say, "This one is just as beautiful," before moving his mouth to her newly exposed breast while his hand took over the work on the other. He rubbed, tugged, sucked and bit until both nipples were a dark red and pointing at him like pencil erasers, then he stood back for a moment to admire the view.
Emily instinctively tried to bring her arms up to cover her chest but her movement was restricted by the neck of her shirt, and Mr Gregson stepped forward to hold her arms firmly at her sides. "No, my girl. You are beautiful." Emily stood awkwardly, unsure what to do. She was very aware of the fact that her hardened nipples emphasised the pointed shape of her breasts and she didn't know where to look.
"You're still embarrassed, sweetheart?" Emily nodded, and Mr Gregson reached down to unzip his jeans. He took her hand and placed it over his boxers, then leaned forward to whisper in her ear. "See what you do to me, my girl? See how hard my cock is for you? It doesn't do that for just anyone." Emily's cheeks flushed again but she couldn't hide her small smile.
Mr Gregson reached behind her and picked up a blanket, tossing it over a hay bale. Then he stood back and locked his eyes with hers again. He reached down to undo her jeans. As he slipped them down over her ass he moved her slowly backwards and sat her on the hay bale. Then he kneeled before her to take off her boots, his eyes not leaving hers until her jeans were completely removed. When he looked down he smiled at her plain pink cotton panties. "Just like a little girl. They match those beautiful girly titties of yours." Emily's face froze in mortification but Mr Gregson stood up and stroked her hair gently. "That's what makes them so beautiful, baby." He leaned forward to lightly brush her lips with his.
Emily was torn between her physical desire and her horror. As if sensing her confusion, Mr Gregson reassured her, "Don't worry sweetie, I'm not into real little girls. Just beautiful little girls like you." That was enough for Emily, and she gladly let him kiss her more firmly, probing her mouth with his tongue.
Suddenly Mr Gregson pulled away and stood up in front of her. He placed two fingers under her chin and lifted her face to look at him. "Does my baby want to see Daddy's cock?" Emily's mouth dropped open just a little, shocked at his use of the title 'Daddy' but even more shocked at the new rush of moisture his words had produced between her legs. She nodded her head slowly. "Find it then baby. Let Daddy's cock free."
Emily placed her hand on Mr Gregson's waistband and pulled down his jeans and boxers in one motion. She was surprised at how quickly it sprung out and pointed at her face, and it made her jump back. Mr Gregson laughed at her. "Did Daddy's cock give you a fright my baby?" Turning red again, Emily nodded. "Do you like Daddy's cock, my girl?" Emily nodded again. She didn't really have a lot to compare it with, but she guessed it was about an average size. Regardless of how it compared to others, her body was definitely responding to it.
He started to gently stroke her hair. "I want you to touch it princess, feel how hot and hard it is." Emily gently wrapped her fingers around it. "You feel how hard it is baby?" Emily nodded. "You made it like that because you're such a pretty little girl. That's what happens to Daddy when you flaunt your pretty, tiny little titties, and when you get your little panties all wet like that." His hand moved a little more roughly through her hair. "It hurts when you do this to Daddy's cock. You don't want to hurt Daddy do you, my Emily?" Emily shook her head. "Speak up baby."
"No."
"No who?"
"No Daddy."
"Do you want to give Daddy's cock a little kiss? Try and make it better?"
