The blistering sun had finally loosened it's grip on the mid June day. The sparrows were chirping in the treetops as they settled down for their evening's rest, and a comforting coolness filled the air. Shannon had worked in the fields all day baling hay so that the horses would have food during the winter months. Now, freshly showered Shannon stood at the corral gate in a pair of cut off denims, a tank top and cowboy boots.
"Come on Whisper" Shannon cooed to the black and white mare swishing away a fly with it's tail at the far end of the enclosure.
Shannon held out a carrot to entice Whisper to come over to her. Whisper eventually strolled over to Shannon and that carrot. When the beast had finished the eating the carrot, Shannon gently bridled the mare and lead her out of the corral. She then effortlessly swung herself onto the horse's back.
"OK Girl, let's go" Shannon chirped.
Whisper's hooves thudded softly on the dirt path as they headed out. Shannon's favorite place to ride was by a creek near the farm. The water babbled on some rocks as they continued on. The air smelled fresh and clean as the sun made it's decent to the west.
Shannon's long hair flowed softly down her back, still a little damp from her shower. She hummed softly to her self. Whisper dipped her head every now and then to grab a bite of a tasty sliver of grass. Further ahead was Shannon's favorite place along the creek. It was a clearing lush with wild flowers, and a little waterfall. It was the perfect spot for a girl to relax after a hard days work. Horse and rider continued on their leisurely pace when suddenly Shannon heard what she thought was a splash.
"Whoa girl" Shannon whispered as she pulled lightly on the reins.
Shannon listened for a few minutes, then not hearing anything more she urged the mare on with a slight squeeze of her heels. As Shannon got to her clearing she saw a pile of clothes strewn on the bank, and a well muscled black horse tethered to a nearby tree.
"I should leave" Shannon's mind kept repeating as she sat there on Whisper. She looked from the pile of clothes then back at the black horse who was contentedly munching on some grass.
It was then that Shannon caught some movement in the creek out of the corner of her eye. She looked towards the creek and her nipples began to tingle. She could feel her cheeks turning red. It was Kelly, the stable hand from the farm next door.
Shannon's mind went back to the first time she met Kelly at a neighbor's barn dance. His jeans had fit just right, and all night long Shannon had hoped that Kelly would ask her to dance, but alas, it never happened. Now there she sat with Kelly's strong male body before her.
"Don't just sit there, come on in the water's great" Kelly said.
Shannon continued to sit there willing herself to turn around and head for home.
