When I awoke for the third time that night, the moon was shining through the bay window so brightly, that it seemed almost like a beacon illuminating the bedroom. Despite our high altitude and the clear sky the atmosphere was humid tonight.
I sighed, it seemed as if sleep was going to evade me so I might as well give in to it. A glance at the clock revealed it was only 3:00 a.m. What to do at this hour? I wasn’t usually an insomniac, although I had noticed that my sleep had been disturbed more frequently in the past month.
My dreams continually depicted myself and a handsome man riding our horses together through the hills. At some point we would somehow be transported to a beautiful scene, with a waterfall running in the background and a strange bluish light surrounding us. Then I would feel his hands tracing the outline of my naked body and I would feel the lust flooding through me. The location of the scene varied sometimes, but it would usually end up with me waking feeling extremely wanting.
It seemed that ever since Adam had started working for me my dreams had been invaded by erotic fantasies. Adam had arrived one day at the farm inquiring about work. He told me he had a lot of experience as a ranch hand, and in the past had studied the art of horse whispering.
It so happened that I was much in need of a man around the farm in more ways than one. My previous worker had moved on only a few days earlier and the advertisement I had placed in the local newspaper was about to appear the next day.
I looked at the man standing quietly before me. He was certainly built for farm work, being tall in stature with a broad chest. He had shoulder length brown hair, a tanned complexion and unusual light green eyes. I asked if he had any references to show me from previous employers.
He replied, “You should know that I spent some time in jail.” I took an involuntary step backwards, and he continued, “I once hit a man who was abusing his horse. He was a rich and powerful man, and wanted revenge. So I was convicted of assault and had to go to jail.”
I stared at him in surprise. He appeared to be a quiet and gentle man, and was obviously honest too. This declaration, though, made me hesitate. I was a woman alone on the farm much of the time, what if he was prone to losing his temper? I considered some more, and asked some questions about his work background to give me extra time to think.
I decided to take a chance, and suggested that he work for a trial period of one month to see how things went along. I would call his previous employer to check on his references the next morning.
His face lit up with a wide smile and he readily agreed, saying, “Thank you Boss.”
I showed him to the rustic cabin at the lower end of the property, which would be his home. He declared it to be perfect for his simple needs, in fact he was carrying only a back pack. I asked him if he would like to start work right away and he seemed eager to do so.
He set about mucking out the horse stalls and completed the task with both expertise and alacrity. I gave him a list of assignments for the day. As I went about my work teaching riding lessons to my students, I saw him striding across the fields carrying out the various tasks I had set him.
At the end of the day I introduced him to all the horses living at the farm. Some were my own lesson horses, others belonged to owners who boarded their horses with me or had sent them to me for training. He spent time with each horse running his hands over their bodies in a way I found extremely sensual. They all responded to him by standing motionless, with only their ears twitching back and forth.
The last horse to meet was Sky. He had his own paddock with a high fence and his own run-in shelter. Sky was my much-prized stallion. He was a tall, dappled gray thoroughbred, with silver mane and tale. I had bought him as a yearling from a local rancher who had declared him to be unmanageable. It was true he was indeed very hard to handle at first. He was an extremely spirited horse, and I saw in him an energy I hoped to challenge in a constructive way. When he was three years old I started training him to be ridden. He learned extremely quickly, and seemed to enjoy his daily work out routine. He soon learned to perform dressage movements as well as jumping. He began to display signs of being very talented and loved to show off especially to an audience.
Although still young, he was consistently winning at the shows and was a real crowd pleaser, because of his extraordinary presence. He was not an easy horse to have around and handle, but his beauty and performance were incomparable.
When Adam first saw Sky he stood very still, watching him. He turned to me and said, “You have a truly magnificent animal here.”
I beamed at him because I too felt great joy in just watching Sky. When he frolicked in the pasture his huge athletic strides made it seem as if his feet were barely touching the ground. When I rode him, it was practically orgasmic feeling the enormous power between my thighs.
As the summer days wore on, Adam proved to be a hard worker with no job seeming to be beyond his capabilities. One day, as the sun was turning the big mountain to gold and purple, I invited him to share a simple supper with me. He seemed shy about accepting, but came up to the house later with his long hair freshly washed, and his face obviously recently shaved.
He was reluctant to reveal much about himself, but I did learn how he had grown up on a ranch in Texas and had always wanted to return to the home of his ancestors in Hawaii. He told how he felt a strong spiritual connection with the land here on this island. He had a soft lyrical voice and was certainly very pleasing to look at across the table on the lanai.
After that I invited him to dine several more times, and on one occasion he discovered the guitar my son had left behind when he went away to college. He asked if he might play it, and proceeded to tune the instrument. Then he brought it to life with skillful fingers playing a medley of Hawaiian music. He surprised me by singing as well. His voice was deep and soothing, and I leant back with my feet up on an adjoining chair, enjoying the music and the warmth of the evening.
