It is a Lovely Friday afternoon, when you pull into the yard to see David saddling the horses. He smiles and winks at you as he finishes saddling Klein and Shawnee. He walks over to you,dressed in the Hawaiian camp shirt you had given him with a pair of very trim fitting khaki cotton straight leg pants,and his straw hat. He walks over to you getting out of the car and gives you a big hug. Lifting you off the ground in his arms. His hands gripping your waist. Sitting you down he pulls off his hat as He looks deep into your eyes with a mischievious sparkle that tells you he has plans for the two of you.
He slowly kisses you it is a a slow tender inviting kiss. You feel the touch of stubble from where he had shaved this morning brush your face. His lips caress yours as you wrap your arms around his neck. The tip of his tongue rolls across the inside of your lips,inviting yours to come play. Your tongue comes to meet his and they slowly dance and roll over one another as you drive his back into his mouth and proceed in after it. He slowly pulls from the kisss sucking your tongue as you separate. Good afternoon He says. Yes it is you reply I hope you aren't leaving me after that welcome. He smiles at you " The only way I am leaving is if you are coming with me. I just figured you would like a picnic under the stars this evening and a horseback ride to get there".
Shawnee is the seven year old paint mare you have been riding. She is a lovely sorrel overo with a medicine face. David is holding her for you. You walk up and he winks at you and whistles. My goodness that looks nicer on you than on that store mannequine. He Holds the stirrup for you to get your foot in and as you go to step up his hand slides down your thigh to your ass giving you a boost. His hand lingers in a caressing fashion that tells you this man has a deep well of passion for you. After you are seated He goes over to Klein and unties him before stepping up into the plantation saddle he rides when you are just out for a leisure ride. He turns the big Gelding toward the trail that leads down through the woods beside the house. You ride side by side the horses behaving themselves surprisingly well. He visits with you about your day and tells you about his.
As you ride along through the woods smelling the pine and magnolia blossoms that combine for such an interesting smell on this part of the woods. He laughs with you sharing childhood memories of riding in these woods. You ride along holding hands till it get's to the creek bottom and the jumping log. He gives you a wink and lopes the gelding down the trail. His body posting in rhythm with the big gelding you see his stout welll muscled legs and as moving in unison holding his seat out of the saddle as the big gelding lifts to clear the log and again for the creek. He pulls up and waits for you watching for snakes in the creek as you cross through the little ford down from where he jumped.
You rode up along a ridge line that came out over a meadow. That meanders down to a sand bar along the creek picketed with willow trees and a large live oak that over looked a canvas canopy. David smiles at you as the wind picks up and it starts to sprinkle rain. He offer to race you across the meadow as the rain falls more steadily. As the two of you gallop down the hill and across the meadow to the canopy you are soaked to the bone. He jumps off and unsaddle the horses turning them into the rope lot he had set up today. You went inside to find a bed mat made of old bed toppers and comforters laying next to a bottle of champagne in a bucket and a large picnic basket. He steps into the tent soaked to the bone.
He gives you a lopsided grin that always makes you wonder if he is only half scoundrel. He pulls off his hat and unbuttons his shirt, throwing them both on the tarp floor of the tent.Hanging around his neck is a turquoise and silver rosary. Next he slides off his boots as he unbuckles his belt slowly unbuttoning his pants that soaked as they are leave little to the imagination. Peeling the soaked jeans off to reveal a pair of very snug fitting Royal blue boxer briefs, He pulls off his socks. He asks if you would like to join him for a shower while the clothes are drying He peels off his briefs and hangs them and the pants and shirt on a tent pole inside to dry and goes out into the storm.
The late afternoon storming sky produces a world heavy in blues and lavenders. The rain falling down over his naked body,as he begins to dance and stomp in the grass in a way that reminds you that your cowboy is part Indian. His thick mop of hair is pulled back slick with rain as you strip down and come to join him. The gentle shower washing your inhibitions away as you run out to meet him in the rain. He pulls you into his arms as the rain caresses both your bodies. He looks down into your eyes,before he kisses you deeply his firm wet body pressed against yours. His hands running over your naked body as the two of you kiss, standing in a thick clover ring the little shamrocks cushioning under your feet.
Your tongues swirl and dance together,intertwining like lost lovers rejoined. The kiss feels like it could last forever before either of you would ever need to breath again. Slowly you pull apart for a breath his teeth grazing your lip and tongue as they part. Turning you in his arms as he steps beside you he kisses along your neck as his growing manhood caresses your hip. His hand cupping your breast, lifting it, as his fingers rolling drops of water over your hard nipples.
