Part I
Author's disclaimer, if you are unfamiliar with the world of Dressage, this story may loose you at times. For those of you that understand any form of riding even roughly, you may find this funny and even erotic. Here is a background on Dressage; it is a French term that means "training of the horse". Piaffe and Passage are movements that require a high degree of skill and talent on both the part of the horse and rider. Dressage is really ice skating or ballet on horseback. Scores above 70% are the equivalent of 90% in school.
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What an interesting world, the world of the rich drunk and most pretentious people you could ever meet. Everyone measures your worth by the quality, no better yet, the price tag of your horse. The imported European breeds giving you the most points in this stuffy, self-centered equestrian crowd. I own a run of the mill American bred 'mutt', she has a little thoroughbred, a little Percheron and a little 'not-quite sure'. To me it does not matter. I don't have the Mexican groom, the starving student, or hell; I don't even have the proud husband. I have myself and Jezebel.
I don't have the financial means to run the map, but what I can do is beat these stuck-up people on my own area turf. Jezebel and I are a pair to be reckoned with; we can piaffe and passage with the best of them. Jezzy maybe only 15'2 and I may only be 5'4" and overweight, but we have a trusting relationship that time has developed. I laugh at these people that spend hundreds of thousands of dollars on the already made horses. Only to lack the trust and electric connection that creates a performance that dazzles the judges.
Jezzy and I came into each other's lives by chance. I had just divorced my husband and she was at the auction a friend of mine dragged me to. I saw the fear and hurt in her eyes, I feel in love with her the minute she stepped into the auction ring. I went to the auction not planning on buying anything, but I could not resist. I knew if I did not buy her she was going to wind up on some rich European's dinner table, and I could not resign myself to her fate.
She was a very underweight two-year old that had no training what so ever. I was a bitter thirty-something woman who had her previous husband cheat on her and left her bitter and not interested in anything. I had never trained a horse in my life, and had no idea what I was getting into. I always bought the cheaper middle aged horses that knew what they were doing. Heck, I never really showed, I just rode for the exercise and the companionship of the animals. I have always loved horses, even as a little girl. I would beg for lessons or the pony ride at the local fairs. My parents really did not have the financial means to support a daughter with an expensive habit. It was not till I was making my own money that I could support my horsey habit.
Jezzy and I have been together nearly ten years now. She is a super-star in the ring and I have my little known trainer and I to thank for it. With patience and determination the two average beings have some how melted into one. We have become a pair that even the German's could fear, if I had enough money, which at that time I did not.
I think it was in late summer that I met Alexander. He was campaigning his young, soon to be great stallion, Rubicon. Rubicon was a 4 year old Oldenburg Stallion that, big surprise was imported from Germany, three years ago. Rubi cost more than I made in year and Alexander was an amazing rider that had trained in Europe with all of the big name Dressage Trainers. Me, I trained with my not known, but still amazing trainer of 15 years. Jill had given me the confidence to take on Jezzy, and all of her little quirks.
Alexander was only 5'8" with a larger build, than what you would expect from an amazing horse trainer. I feel in love with his brilliant green eyes the minute I saw him. He had just beaten Jill in the First Level Championship with Rubi, scoring an amazing 75%. Jill came in second with 73%. I was congratulating Jill, when he came over to talk to her. I think the whole time he was talking to Jill, he was staring at me.
His green eyes where looking into my dark brown eyes. I was feeling a weakness in my knees. I wanted him to take me right there. Being the gentlemen, he asked me if I was going to the 'Competitor's Dinner' later? Either he did not know Jezzy and I or he was being coy, either way I told him that I was.
That night for dinner I paid special attention to my hair and make-up. I went sparingly on the eye make-up trying to give the impression of no make-up. My long brown hair I put in a French-twist leaving little ringlets on both sides of my face. I wore an emerald green floor length dress that had a slit that exposed my mid thigh, but no higher. The jacket of the dress managed to conceal the bulge in stomach but accentuated my luscious breasts that were well supported by the built-in bra. The rhinestone shocker that I wore really looked like diamonds. Remember the 'peasant girl' surrounded by the 'land-lords'. Welcome to the equestrian world, although, the one's that acted the richest were probably just as financial sound as I was.
I parked my F-250 in a parking spot. As I walked to the door I was watching the expensive Lexus and BMW pulling up to the Valet Parking. Pretentious people I thought, they would never survive one second in the real world. I felt so out of place, but oh, well. I was as good of a rider if not better than most of these people. So what, if I was struggling to make ends meet, I still had an amazing horse, and could beat anyone of these people in the Dressage ring. Pumping up my ego, I walked down the red carpet with my head held high, feeling like a scared little child inside.
Jill was inside talking to Miss Haughty Ho, when I came over she left. I made small talk with Jill about how Jezzy still was not fully coming through her back and the judge really marked me down today on the trot extensions. Alex came up and tapped me on the shoulder asking me if I would like to dance.
I wanted to feel him close to me, but I had not danced in years. Like a giddy school girl I agreed. The song that was playing was a slow one. He placed an arm around my waist and the other around my shoulder. I was breathing in the sent of Old Spice and leather mixed together. What a strange, but erotic mixture.
I was intoxicated by the scent. I pressed myself closer to him. Either he was very well endowed, or he was becoming excited. I made an effort to press closer to him, just as the song finished. He offered to get me a drink, which I quickly agreed to. Alex came back with our drinks and sat down with Jill and me. We all started talking about today's judges and their comments. Jill brought up the problems Jezzy and I were having with her being a little tight in the back and not reaching her full brilliance in the trot extensions.
A look of surprise came over his face. He really did not know Jezzy and I were riding at Grand Prix, the highest level, the same tests that are ridden at the Olympics. As we were sitting there discussing ways to free her back-up, I felt his hand on my thigh. His hand was strong and large, and as he rubbed up my thigh I was loosing the conversation and consumed with a feeling of electricity. It had been a long time since I had felt a man's touch.
I was quickly brought back to reality when Jill asked me if I was willing to bring Jezzy back to simpler movements. I agreed saying that I am tired of getting 5's when I know she is capable of 8's on the extended trot. All scores are based off of 10. The conversation slowly became more of a discussion on questionable warm-up practices of some of the top level riders.
I once again felt Alex's hand on my thigh and thought I should return the favor. I placed my hand on his upper thigh and started going farther up. Waiting for rejection, I slowly made my way to his cock. I knew this was very forward, but I really wanted this man. I felt his hand respond by going into the slit of my dress and found my aching pussy. He slowly rubbed against me, but the stocking were in the way. I knew I should have put on a garter belt. I felt him scratch at the crotch of my pantyhose, like a cat at a scratching post. I bit my lower lip trying to hold back the low moan that was starting to develop in my throat.
I gently slapped his hand away. That feeling was beginning to build within me. I was going to scream. I had not paid attention to the time, but it was getting late. I had an early ride in the morning and I really needed to check on Jezzy before I went back to my motel room. Alex told me he was going back to the barn to check on Rubi and his students' horses. He was staying at the same hotel that the dinner was held at, and I was staying at the Motel 8 down the road. We agreed to take my truck and I would bring him back to his hotel after our last barn check.
I drove back to the show grounds Jill and I were in Barn 6 and Alex was in Barn 5. While I was giving Jezzy and Jill's horse Matrix a few last flakes of hay in my dress. I felt two arms fold around my waist. I felt Alex lick my neck, while his left hand came up to my right breast. That spark lit my world up. Just the thought of being touched by a man sent my world on fire. He rubbed his fingers very gently over my nipple till it was protruding. I just stood there feeling him touch me and caress my neck with his tongue. I would have let him strip me right there in the barn isle, except a few other people came into check on their horses for a final time that night.
I turned to him and said, "Your room or mine?"
