(After some good advice from a respected author on this site, I revised this story. I believe it reads better. I hope you do as well. Please feel free to write to me with your comments, and a nice vote would be appreciated. E.)
Kyle was sitting on an old storage trunk, cleaning tack, when Shelly rode her horse into the barn then dismounted. As she led the grey stallion past Kyle she smiled at him and he noticed her cheeks were rosy from the cold air. He figured she must have had the horse galloping as Shelly's long, brunette hair was wind blown and the stallion was slightly sweaty. He knew how much she enjoyed riding and loved putting her horse through his paces.
She removed her horse's tack, slipped a halter over his head, and walked him a bit to cool him down. Kyle watched her as she led the stallion up and down the barn aisle. He admired her shapely figure; her jeans were tucked into her riding boots so as to accentuate her strong legs and firm ass. She had her shirt neatly tucked in at her waist which showed off the lovely roundness of her full breasts.
"So, looks like you had a good ride," Kyle offered. "You had a beautiful day for it, although it's a little cold."
"Yeah, it was great. There's nothing so exhilarating as riding such a swift and powerful horse, like my Thor," Shelly said as she patted the stallion's neck. She backed him into a grooming stall and hooked the cross ties to a ring on either side of his halter. In the cold air Thor's breaths looked like smoke steaming from his nostrils.
"Hey, why don't you ever ride Western? It's easier," Kyle commented as he resumed cleaning a pair of leather reins. "It's a more relaxing style to ride."
"It's lazier. I prefer to ride English, it's more challenging." Shelly grasped a curved metal hook from her grooming box then bent over to pull up one of Thor's back legs and picked the mud from his hoof.
Kyle looked up and, once again, enjoyed the view of her ass. She finished the rest of Thor's hooves then began to brush out his thick winter coat. As she brushed with one hand she smoothed his coat with her free hand, stroking his neck and back. Kyle watched her hand lovingly round over the horse's muscular curves and thought of his own hands caressing Shelly's feminine curves. He glanced up at the cross ties and contemplated having her tied up in that manner; her arms up high, stretched over her head, her breasts jutting out for attention.
Although the air was cold Shelly was feeling hot as she brushed with hard strokes, unmatting Thor's hair where the sweat had dried. She pulled her shirt out of her jeans and unbuttoned it, revealing a white tee shirt underneath. But then the front of the shirt just got in the way every time she bent down so she pulled it off and tossed it onto a bale of hay near the stall. When she had brushed out his entire body she reached up and released Thor's halter from the ties. Shelly took him back to his stall and after feeling his chest to make sure he was cool she gave him some water. When she walked back to the grooming stall to sweep it clean she noticed a Western saddle sitting on the bale of hay, where her shirt had been. She glanced over at Kyle with a suspicious look on her face.
"Come on, I'd like to see how well you sit a Western saddle. I could give you some pointers. You might find you like it better than English." Kyle grinned and stood up, still holding the reins he had just cleaned.
"I don't knowβ¦it's not as disciplined and strict as English." She stood by the saddle and ran her fingertips across the seat. She stroked the horn then swung her leg over to sit in it, settling the balls of her feet in the stirrups. "Well, it is kind of nice, the way the back comes up and hugs my butt a little. Having the horn in front, gives me something to grab onto, right?" she laughed softly and looked up at Kyle, who laughed too. Then she started to rock in the saddle as if riding a horse. The leather squeaked a little as she moved her hips back and forth.
"Move further up in the saddle, a little closer to the horn," Kyle suggested as he walked over to stand by her. One of the horses sneezed and another whinnied, there was the sound of an occasional hoof stomping.
She shifted forward and continued to rock, rubbing herself against the horn. Her right hand grasped the horn while she rested left hand is behind her ass to steady herself. Kyle stood over her, watching as she rubbed her crotch against the horn. He reached down and pulled her hair away from her breasts, letting it cascade down her back. Then he reached down and lightly rubbed her breasts as she continued to steadily rub against the horn. The hardness pressed through her jeans, her pussy tingled. Shelly tilted her head back to look up at Kyle. They smiled at each other and he leaned down to kiss her. When he released her lips she swung her leg over the horn and slip off the saddle.
"Whew, I don't see how Western is so relaxing, I'm feeling a little worked up, now!" Shelly giggled and looked around for her flannel shirt. He grasped her arm and turned her to face him. Kyle looked down at her, her eyes sparkled as she smiled up at him. His hands rested on her sides, then slid up and cupped her breasts. He could feel heat radiating off her body as he massaged her tits through her tee shirt. Kyle wrapped his arms around Shelly and kissed her. She opened her mouth and their tongues explored and caressed.
Kyle pulled away and brought her palm up to his lips, kissing it, then led her to the grooming stall, making her stand in the middle. As he slid her tee shirt off over her head Kyle leaned over to kiss the tops of her breasts. His hands smoothed over the soft skin of her torso and back, as she had smoothed her hand over the horse's flesh. He paused to tie one of the leather reins to the cross tie above her, to her left, and secured her wrist with the other end, then did the same with her other wrist. She stood there, her arms up and out, feeling vulnerable and scared, yet excited at the same time. Kyle walked to the end of the barn to close and fasten the doors. When he came back he traced his fingertips along the tops of her breasts and kissed her lips. He slowly moved down to her throat, kissing and biting. He reached her breasts and sucked on the tops as he unfastened the hook on the front of her bra.
"You are so lovely. I want to ravish you!" For a moment he held her, embracing her as they kissed. He took a step back to look at her; her arms up, her breasts held high, her nipples erect. Shelly looked down, feeling self-conscious. He smiled as he saw her blush, the pink spilling down her neck to her breasts.
He slowly circled her, tracing her flesh with his fingertips. Then he stopped in front of her and Shelly suddenly realized he had a small riding quirt in his hand. "So, you still prefer riding English? Oh yes, you like that strict discipline. Well, I can accommodate your need for strict discipline. I think you'll even enjoy it. Then we'll see how well you ride me after your lesson."
She felt nervous, her stomach tightened. He came closer and played with her breasts, sucking one and teasing the nipple on the other between his fingertips. She shivered as he tightly pinched her swollen bud, twisting and pulling. Shelly sharply sucked in a breath as she felt his teeth closing on her other nipple. It was painful, yet sweet and arousing. He released both of her breasts and straightened, looking into her eyes. "Are you ready? Oh, girl, I'm going to make you beg, then beg some more," he whispered as he gently caressed her face with his hand.
Then, using the quirt, Kyle traced around her breasts lightly brushing over her reddened, sensitive nipples. He lightly slapped her full breasts with the riding quirt, testing her reaction. She gasped and tried to twist away, surprised he would hit her on her tits. But as he slowly increased the intensity and frequency of the whipping she become still and internalized the pain, feeling electric jolts down to her pussy. She slightly arched her back, unconscious of presenting her breasts for more but Kyle noticed the soft smile on her lips. He lashed harder and more quickly, red streaks appeared as if painted on her soft, white flesh. For Shelly, the pain was becoming an exquisite sensation as it bloomed from the biting stings and the heat spread across both breasts. With each slap the juices from her pussy became a copious flow, drenching her panties. She groaned and tilted her head back and closed her eyes. In her mind she transformed the energy from each bite of the quirt to stimulate her state of arousal.