I woke up to the sound of birds and a loud whinny from one of our horses. I opened my eyes slowly as usual. I like to take in the decorations in my room slowly. I had carefully chosen all of my furniture and antique trinkets and decorations myself. I had lovely cherry wood furniture in my boudoir. The bed was a queen-sized set with very heavy solid head and footboard. . The headboard had a bookshelf in the center and carved bedposts on each side that one could easily be tied to with no worry about shaking the bed. I collect candles and candle holders too, so I had a wide selection of both. I placed candles all over my room including the wooden hanging candelabra which held 2 dozen candles all on it's own. I smoothed my nightgown and stood up to see what I could about the horse noises. The large window was on the side of my room and that portion of the wall was rounded so that I put a violet cotton boucle covered papasan chair in the middle of it. As I sat and looked out the window I saw a man with one of the chestnuts, Lady. She was mine. I had chosen her especially because of her beautiful blond mane.
Lady looked a little out of sorts, and no wondering why. I didn't recognize him either. I opened my window a little bit and heard my father's familiar tenor voice. I seemed to remember hearing him say that there was going to be a new horseman. I suppose this was him. He was touted to be very skilled with horses, and now looking at him I wondered what else he might be skilled at doing. He looked to be about 4 inches or so shorter than my father who was a burly 6'2" tall. He was wearing a black tee shirt rolled up at the sleeves and very nicely fitting faded denim jeans. I could see that he had a medium sort of build and was hoping that he was well muscled under his clothing. Most horsemen are in good physical shape, it is part of the requirement in order to be able to handle the horses properly. I thought that I should go to get a closer look at this sandy brown haired newcomer to our ranch.
I stood and stretched my arms up over my head took a deep breath and went over to the mirror. I had on a white cotton nightgown that looked to be an extra-long poet's blouse. It had ruffles at the sleeves and around the neckline. The front had a very deep plunge that ended 4 inches below my cleavage and tied at just about the same level as my pink sensitive nipples. I had inherited my bust line from my very well endowed grandmother. She very proudly told me one day that she measured 36 FF and had a 25" waist and 39" hips when she married my grandfather. It is no surprise to me then that being 23 years old now, I measure the same thing as she did then. My very generous breasts are so nicely shaped that they barely need any support at all. A good thing too because I am well aware that they weigh enough to make my back hurt when I slouch. I now am standing in front of my oval beveled mirror which is much taller than I. As I undo the bow at my breasts I anticipate the cotton falling loosely from my nipples. They always perk up like hard blackberry candies and almost as big around too as soon as the cotton falls away and the next breeze comes across them. It is a delicious feeling I love playing with my breasts and tweaking my nipples. I am a very sexual person and it doesn't take much to get me going. All I had to do was see the new guy and begin to wonder about his nicely toned body.
I finally relented and got dressed. I had to go find out more about this man leading my horse and had to wait for other satisfaction to come later. I put on my matching silk panties and bra. They were a soft pink colour and held my breasts in the right place allowing enough movement so that I almost always had stiff nipples. I think it added the right touch to my outfits I chose. Usually something that enhanced my looks. I had long reddish brown hair that I could easily sit on, and it was curly at the ends. I liked wearing dresses and skirts. So I made sure they either buttoned down or had a scoop-neck blouse. I chose a dusty pink skirt with a handkerchief hemline that showed off my shapely legs. The blouse I wore was a white silk low-necked one with a ruffle at the neck. I was going to wait for breakfast so I could be sure I didn't miss the new man. I bounded down the staircase holding onto my enormous boobs and went out the door to the back where the stable and corral were.
I saw my father there and gave him a kiss on the cheek before asking about our newest member to the ranch staff. "Hi sweetheart, did you come out to meet our newest staff member? Remember I told you he'd be helping you train on Lady."
"Yes, Daddy, I heard her whinny before and decided to come out. What is his name anyhow?"
"His name is James." My father said then called him over to us. "James, come over and meet my daughter, Leeanna. " James walked over and reached out his hand to me saying "Very nice to meet you Leeanna. I hope we will work well together training you and Lady." "I'm sure we will" I said " we can even begin this morning."
