"Well, my little stallion," Miss Worthing said, looking Jim up and down with a mischievous grin on her face, "now it's just the two of us I think it's time we went and celebrated our victory. Let's get you out of these things."
Working together they removed the boots, the bridle and the harness which Miss Worthing, uncharacteristically, just dumped on the work-surface. As soon as he was completely naked she took him by the hand and led him out of the tack room, along the aisle of the stables and, stopping only to lock up for the night, out across the yard and over to the house. Jim shivered in the night air but his pulse was racing as he followed behind her especially when, without pausing for a moment, she led him up the stairs and into her bedroom. She pushed him gently down until he was sitting on the edge of the bed and then stood in front of him.
"I need a moment to freshen up. You just wait here for a while; don't go away." She bent forward and kissed him on his forehead before going off to her en-suite. Jim sat there waiting, his heart pounding. A few minutes later she re-appeared wearing her burgundy dressing gown which hung loosely from her shoulders, framing and accentuating her charms. Jim stared, transfixed.
"And does my little stallion like what he sees?" she asked. She struck a pose and Jim felt that he had never seen anyone look so fabulous.
"You look... you're..." he stuttered, unable to put his adoration into words.
"Shh..." She came over, put her hands on his shoulders and gently pushed him back onto the bed. "Now, scoot on over and make some room for me." She let the gown fall to the floor, pulled back the covers and, after Jim had sorted himself out, she slipped into the bed and snuggled up next to him. "I've got a special treat for you, a special treat for both of us. You're my little stallion and I've ridden you hard and so far you've been most satisfactory, you've done everything I've asked of you so tonight you get your reward, tonight it's your turn; tonight you're going to get to ride me. You've already shown me you can be a devoted, attentive and dutiful lover; now show me you can be a man. Tonight I'm all yours; take me."
She kissed him long and hard before rolling onto her back bringing Jim with her. Ironically, for Jim, as he looked down at the magnificent woman laid out ready and waiting for him, this was far scarier than when she had been in control. Then it was simply a matter of doing as he was told or, when she had come for him in the night, just lying there whilst she rode him; now he was going to have to take the initiative, he was going to have to take the lead.
Jim may have been inexperienced but he'd learnt much in the last few weeks, he'd learnt the erotic value of the gentle caress, the tender touch, and, above all, he wasn't going to hurry. He ran his hand across her stomach, trailing his fingertips, enjoying the previously unknown freedom to stroke, to caress, to let his fingers wander wherever he wanted. Her perfect breasts called out to be kissed so, gently, softly, he lent forward and kissed her nipple whilst taking the other breast in his hand.
"Umm... that's gooooood," Miss Worthing purred after a while, "but you can go a little harder; I'm not made of glass."
Spurred on by this Jim took some of the brakes off his passion and he gave Miss Worthing's breasts the attention he'd so long wished to give them. He gave her nipples little nips with his teeth and was rewarded by a shiver and gasp of pleasure from his Goddess. She took his free hand from her breast and placed it firmly over her groin and Jim countered what he was doing to her nipples by easing his fingers between her the delicate folds of her sex. He knew what she liked from his tongue and tried to replicate it with his forefinger until she laid her hand over his and showed him how, showed him the circular motion with the tips of his fingers that worked for her.
Slowly Jim was losing his nervousness, it would seem that, in general, what came naturally was what she wanted and, the more his libido took over from his conscious thought, the more it became as if they were one, each responding to the other, each caress matched by a counter caress; they became joined by their shared pleasure, their conjoined passions building on each other. Urgently Miss Worthing reached down and took his swollen penis with the tips of her fingers.
"Now..." she said huskily, "now... I need you inside me... now!"
With one smooth movement she opened up and took him inside her, deep, deep inside her, until Jim was buried up to the hilt. She wrapped her arms around him and grabbed onto his shoulders, digging her nails into his flesh.
"Take me, use me, love me!" she cried out as she pulled Jim into her. He didn't need any holding back; this was not the first time he and Miss Worthing had made love but it was the first time he had been on top and the first time he had been able to set the rhythm and, now that he was in control, he could savour every nuance of the wonderful feelings coming from his groin. A little devil awoke in him and he withdrew almost to the tip, just easing back and forth by maybe an inch or so. He could feel how this teased her, how she wanted more so he waited until she was ready to beg before slamming back into her, driving himself as hard as he could go to be rewarded with a gasp of passion. From then on it was full strokes, savouring the feeling of almost completely withdrawing before he drove himself back into her, harder and harder she pushed back, meeting each thrust with one of her own. He could feel her starting to climax; he could feel them both nearing the summit, relentlessly he drove himself on, unable now to stop even were he to want to until...
"Oh yes... Oh yes... OH YES!!! YES!!! OH YES!!!" Miss Worthing's nails raked down his back as every emotion went into overdrive and Jim pumped furiously, exploding inside her.
For several minutes they were too overcome to do anything but lie there, holding each other tight, their bodies locked together. Miss Worthing's mouth sought out Jim's and for a while their only talk was kisses, gentle shared kisses, each acknowledging the pleasure the other had given.
"Ummmm.... You're pretty good, do you know that?" Miss Worthing said eventually as she pulled out of the kiss.
"Thank you, Miss Worthing," Jim replied. "You're pretty good yourself."
"Careful, cheeky," Miss Worthing laughed. "Don't you start getting any ideas. Just because I let you have your way once doesn't change anything. I'm still the boss around here. Understood?"
"Of course, Miss Worthing," Jim replied, contritely.
"That's better, although, whilst we're in bed together, 'Miss Worthing' seems a trifle formal," Miss Worthing gave him a playful smile. "What do you say to calling me 'Miss Celia'?"
"I'm honoured... Miss Celia," Jim said.
"You are, aren't you? Now move over, you're crushing me."
For the next twenty minutes or so they lay together in post coital bliss, joking together, kissing, touching, exploring each other's bodies. It wasn't as if there was anything that they hadn't seen before but, somehow, this was far more intimate, far more sharing. Miss Worthing reached down and played with Jim's penis joking about how soon he had became hard again and asking him lightly whether he was ready for 'round two'. Jim played up to this, joking that he was a sexual athlete and declaring "Miss Celia, I'm ready for you, whenever and however you want me."
"Well, this part of you is ready, at least!" she joked back giving his penis another stroke with her fingertips. "Let me go to the bathroom for a moment and when I get back we'll see just how ready you are."
She got out of bed and stretched languorously, giving Jim a perfect view of her shapely body. However she was in half stretch when...
"What's that, down there in the yard?" The curtains were open and something, some movement in the yard, had caught her eye. She picked up her gown from where it had dropped on the floor, put it on and went over to the window to have a closer look. "Is there someone down there? Jim, come and have a look."
He got out of bed and came over to stand beside her. It was hard to see in the dark but a flicker of light appeared for a moment at one of the stable windows; was that the glimmer of a torch?
"There is someone down there," Miss Worthing said. "It could be nothing but I'd best go down and investigate."
"I'll go," Jim said firmly.
Miss Worthing just stared at him for a second, completely taken aback by the force of his words.
"Look, please, it might be dangerous," Jim insisted. "I'll go, you wait by the phone, just in case."
"And what makes it any less dangerous for you?" Miss Worthing started but the determination on Jim's face was clear and she decided not to argue the point. "OK, go and be a hero if you must but put something on at least; you're can't out there naked." She rummaged about in her wardrobe for a second. "Here, you can borrow my tracksuit bottoms. You'd best put on my slippers as well" Miss Worthing fetched them out and Jim put them on before they both went downstairs. Jim grabbed a torch from the draw in the kitchen, went out of the front door and out, into the yard whilst Miss Worthing waited by the open door, ready to phone the police if required.
"Who's there? Who's that?" he called out as he approached the stables. Sure enough the lock was broken, the door was ajar and there were sounds from within. Then he heard a crash from the far end and hurried inside to see what was up. As he flicked on the lights he could see that the walls, the stalls, everything had been covered in offensive graffiti, graffiti which called Miss Worthing the vilest possible names. Down at the far end was Amanda, with a torch in one hand, a can of spray paint in the other and a cigarette dangling from her lips.
"What the..." Jim gasped in disbelief.
