It was a beautiful spring afternoon and she rode her horse Peppermint through the open fields just outside the city. She came here every day after work, rode and then took care of her horse and helped the keepers for a few hours before heading home. When she arrived today she noticed a gentleman there she had never seen before. This was not uncommon as people were always coming bringing new horses for boarding, as well as for riding lessons. Something about this one caught her eye though as she pulled up. He was walking away from leading a beautiful palomino toward the stable. He was a little different from most of the people who came here she noticed. He wore nice pants and a dress shirt, yet did not seem uncomfortable or out of place there. She parked her car and headed toward the stable to get Peppermint for their afternoon ride.
As she entered she looked around the barn. She saw him in one of the stalls with his horse and quickly walked past toward Peppermint. As she began putting the saddle on her horse a voice came from over her shoulder. "Hello" he said, "my name is Mike, and that is my horse Midnight." She quickly turned, half startled, have excited. She started to introduce herself but she could not find the words. Her eyes gazed upon his rugged yet soft face, her eyes lost in his deep green eyes, trapped in an eternal stare. "I am Peppermint and that is Ally, I mean I am Ally and this is Peppermint," She said. She extended her hand to him and he to her. He grasped her hand firmly yet gently and shook holding on to her delicate hand as they stared at each other in awkward silence.
He was a large man almost 6' big broad shoulders, dark hair with streaks of gray. He had a rugged look about him yet at the same time looked as soft as a teddy bear and as gentle as a kitten. They broke their handshake a he walked around her horse and began patting him down and demanding what a fine animal it was. He walked all the way around her horse his eyes never really moving from her delicate face. He came back around to the other side of the horse and asked if she was about to ride. She nodded her head signaling yes. "Mind if I join you?" he asked. "I am new here and would love to be shown the area by someone who knows."
"I would love to," she responded as she finished saddling her horse. They each led their horses out and then mounted and headed out to the wilderness. They rode side by side talking to each other. She showed him the area and talked about all of the people at the stables and all of their little idiosyncrasies. He listened intently and looked around as she pointed out areas to avoid and those not to miss.
They went to a stream and got down from the horses. They took the reins and lead the horses along the stream bank. They continued to talk and enjoy the scenery. She took him to a spot she normally let Peppermint drink from. They tied the horses to a tree and began to walk through the tall grass as they drank and rested. She extended her hands out like a little child running through the weeds letting her hands gently bend the tips of the tall delicate grass. He watched her as she closed her eyes and continued walking, her hands still outstretched. The sun was beginning to lower in the late afternoon sky and the orange and red hues danced in the grass and off her face. Mike walked over in front of her, her eyes still closed. She walked into him and opened her eyes somewhat confused, knowing there was nothing in the middle of this field she could have run into. Before she could make sense of what was happening he had placed his strong soft hands on her cheeks and lifted her mouth to his. She started to push away from him, but as their lips met her body weakened and she gave in to him. They stood there in the tall grass, kissing the sun coming closer to setting behind them.
Their kiss became more passionate and intense as their tongues began darting around in each other's mouth. Their breathing became more intense and their hearts were pounding through their chests almost searching the other one out. Her arms wrapped around his thick frame squeezing and holding on is if she was falling and was holding on for her life. Her hands began to frantically roam over his back, rubbing, clawing, and searching for his flesh. His hands still holding her head now slowly slid down over her neck to her shoulders then on to her hips before reaching around to the small of her back.
She pulled back from him and unwrapped her arms only to reach around and begin unbuttoning his shirt exposing the masculine hairs on his strong chest. She was tugging trying to pull his shirt from his pants as she undid each button. His hands still draped around her hips began tugging at her shirt, tearing it from the grasp of her jeans. As he began sliding it upward she had freed his shirt and was sliding the sleeves over his arms. He stopped and let her take his shirt off where she threw it to the ground. He lifted her shirt over her head and threw it on top of his then pulled her back into him and continued kissing her. As they kissed he began undoing her bra unbuckling then sliding it off of her arms and on to the now forming pile of clothes.
