Show horses are sports cars. They're fast, smooth, sleek, and attract like kind in owners, trainers, and dealers. As the most popular of these steeds hail from the strong sons and daughters of a Central and South-American breed, most of these trainers, owners, and human accomplices are fine, muscular, dark-skinned Latino men who know how to move, in the saddle, on the dance floor, and even in the sheets.
One night, I'd just gotten finished with work. I'd ridden and shown about five horses for my boss, and we were getting ready to close our stalls down, tuck the horses in, and then head back to our hotel. After that, we were to be lookin' for a good time. I was celebrating my "just now legal" phase with liquor, boys, and the unbridled carefree spirit of a wild filly not yet harnessed and tamed.
Apparently, the two fine-assed trainers across the aisle from us were looking for some trouble too, because they approached us and the four of us started making some small-talk.
Julio was a shorter, compacted fellow with huge, brawny shoulders and arms, a buzz-cut, and a little smooth brown apple bottom under those low-belted, slightly-baggy jeans and an impeccably-clean white wife-beater. Just one gold chain, just one large diamond earring.
Raul was a tall, athletic, much darker-skinned stud who was still in his horse-show attire- crisp black tuxedo pants, a tailored white button-down shirt, and he'd unbuttoned it part of the way down for a good shot of that smooth, hard, milk-chocolate chest.
And then there were we two femmes. Melanie was a tallish bottle blonde with a heart-shaped ass, soft, tanned skin, big round tits pushed up just right, and she wore those form-fitting baby-doll tees that accentuated her figure just right. Always had a fine taste for jewelry, cars, horses, and of course, slave labor.
Speaking of, I was a tallish, lanky sort of teen, just eighteen, in fact, with long, milky-white legs, a tiny waist, and had long, curly red hair all the way down past my ass- when my boss didn't order that I keep it all wadded up in a clip at the back of my head. She didn't like people looking at me while I worked her horses... if I got too distracted, she'd come chew my ass out.
But anyway, there we all were in the hall of the barn, and it was Julio who suggested that we hook up and go out later to get a couple drinks, go dancing, stuff like that. We parted ways, and then met at this restaurant downtown- I think it was Chico's or something, but immediately, the margaritas started flowing, the music was thumping, and before long, we were all out on the floor, us ladies grinding our cute little asses into those eager Colombian studs, their slim brown fingers clutching our hips and pulling us close, their pelvises moving in perfect sync with us. But then, we were all equestrians- of course we knew how to hang on for a ride like that.
We started getting a little tipsy, and soon Melanie's spaghetti-straps started intermittently slipping down her arm- at first she'd giggle and hitch them up, but then they just kind of hung there. She hadn't allowed me to wear anything as sexy as her tight top and leather skirt, so I had on a pair of form-fitting black leather pants and some black platform strappy sandals, and a halter-top.
Every time Raul's fingers brushed my arms, or my shoulders, or my back when we danced, I got goosebumps. He grinned a few times, and remarked that for someone so hot-blooded, I was one chilly chica. I giggled shyly each time and simply explained that I was a one-owner vehicle with low mileage. His english not being so proficient yet, he had to ask Julio. Julio's eyes widened and he said something back... then they both grinned right at me. Melanie raised a tattooed eybrow... not really happy that she'd been left out of this much of a conversation concerning her "barn help".
We decided to call it a night by going back to the hotel room these guys shared. We were sitting there sipping cheap wine and watching Showgirls or something on late-night TV when the guys started in phase two of their plan.
Raul and Julio had been flirting with me and Melanie all night long, but now, instead of just sitting propped up on the bed shoulder-to-shoulder, Raul's arm was around me, and his hand began tracing titillating little circles and patterns on my bare shoulder. I glanced nervously over at Melanie, and saw, to my astonishment, that she was quite farther ahead in the game than I was- there she was in a steamy embrace with Julio, the muted grunts and slurps of their kissing now quite audible over the low-volume of the TV. It was hard to tell where his arms began and hers ended, they were together so tightly.
I felt Raul's arms close around my waist then, and he pulled me closer. "Just relax," he whispered, "Loosen up a little- we can have some fun."
I was kind of stiff at first, but as I felt his hands start teasing my back, those goosebumps came back. The scent of his cologne, the feeling of his hard chest right up against mine, the fact that we were on a bed together... it finally got the best of me. I leaned into his kiss and closed my eyes. It was sweet and soft for a moment, then slyly, I felt his tongue slide across my lips and gently request entry to my bubble-gum lipglossed mouth. I gasped, but accepted his probing tongue inside and began to play with it a little, sliding my own along it, fighting it playfully back and forth, and it was then I realized that his hand had untied my halter top and it had fallen away to reveal my hard little C-cup tits. To my embarassment, my nipples were so rock-hard, I could probably have cut glass with them. He smiled, trailed kisses from my mouth down my jaw to my neck, and his thumb brushed against a hard, dark pink nipple. I gasped and arched my back- and this seemed to be just what he was looking for. His tongue had been lazily circling the hollow of my collarbone, but it immediately dove in for the kill, straight to my nipple.
"Oooh," I gasped as I felt his hot tongue circle my areola, his hand tugging my top lower until it sat around my waist, and his other hand reached for my hairclip.
"Baby-girl got looong hair," he chuckled softly, his breath almost stinging the wet, hard pebble his tongue circled... and finally, his teeth grazed it. I thought I was going to come right out of my skin! I'd never felt anything like that before... hell, you know what teenager sex is- groping and grinding and then it's done? I'd never had anybody spend any time actually paying attention to my body like it was.. in fact.. a body worth paying attention to!
"OhMYGOD!" I moaned as he divided his tongue and time between my breasts, his hands getting all tangled up in my long red hair- I know it was my own hair, but when his hands roved my back possessively, it felt so sexy and soft brushing my skin like that.
I glanced over at Melanie and Julio, and she was already halfway out of her pants, her shirt long gone, and I could see her bright blonde head bobbing in his lap- he was reclined on the bed moaning. This only fueled my desire to do the same thing to Raul, even though I hadn't given many blowjobs before.
Raul was deftly unzipping my leather pants, and those brown fingers were sliding them right past my lacy blue bikini panties, my hips, down my long ivory legs, and right off my pink-painted toes and on the floor. There I lay with a strange man in nothing but my panties, and I didn't even feel weird about it- it was so exciting, so daring, to know I was doing something my parents would absolutely DIE over if they ever found out.
"What are you doing?" Melanie's voice suddenly cut into my fantasy.
"Uh... what's it look like?" I replied, not as polite as I should have been.
She wiped her mouth and turned around to look at me sternly. She jabbed a long fingernail at me. "You tear his clothes off and fuck him good- what's wrong with you? You got fine dick right there ON you, and you're wasting it! Go on- I want to see you suck him off.. do it.." she commanded. Julio raised up behind her and was circling her breasts with his hands, keeping her nipples hard, and I saw him slip a hand down to her perfectly-shaved tan-lined pussy. This was so... erotic.. to be cliche. I mean- I'd watched and masturbated to porn, but here I was IN a porno, almost. Just no camera. This was one of those crazy situations where I could be young, sexy, and have some wildly hot sex with strange handsome men- and a pretty hot, if bitchy- blonde woman.. and what happened in the Hilton stayed in the Hilton.
You bet your ass I got Raul out of those jeans and whipped that long, thick, mahogany monster out. I stroked it for a moment, just getting used to the feeling of that hard, smooth sword of flesh... and wondering how any of it was going to fit into any hole I had. Finally, I felt his encouraging hands gently in my hair, lowering my face to it.
The moment my lips touched that thick plum head, he sighed and leaned back. It was all the encouragement I needed. I slowly fed myself that big, hard cock, bobbing up and down occasionally to get it slick with my spit, and I even tasted the length of it, running my tongue all the way up from his sack up to the sensitive spot just under his head. He groaned, and I felt his fist clench a wad of my long red hair up as he tensed. Soon, my face was sliding up and down that big slick pole of his with a little help from one of his hands in my hair, the other around mine, which was around the base of it holding it upright- as though it needed that.