Chapter 02
Tia's story
This story is like the rest of my stories in that I do not write them with much descriptive sex in them. I like to think that my style is more of describing the chase, than the actual catch. It is just a quirk I have. It's sort of like those old time radio shows where you have to use a lot of imagination, although this story should have enough facts for you to fill it in.
I have to thank Mark for the fine editing skills without which this effort would not be readable. Although it never fails, when I get a work back from an editor I always have to change something so any mistakes are mine.
Bill and I were rushing getting the horses ready to load on the trailer for the day's ride. I had been on a business trip all week, and because of that I had missed having sex. Not only had my week been full of tiring meetings and presentations, but the plane home had departed four hours late, which meant I got home in the middle of the night. I had come home completely drained and when I finally walked through the door all I could do was give Bill a kiss and hit the sack to sleep. I was asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow and was so tired I slept in: thus the rush to get the horses ready.
I had been looking forward to this ride for a long time now and today was the day we were going to head over to Dennis and Roy Heart's place for the yearly Cancer ride/fund raiser. The Hearts were bachelors that had a farm that bordered the government grazing reserve which had about forty-five miles of trails through the woods to choose from. The whole club always met at their place for the trail rides because they had a gate between the reserve and their back pasture. From there we could head right into the trails. An added bonus was they also had a big fire pit area where we could all meet after the ride and go over the events of the day while we had a pot luck supper, some liquid refreshment and good companionship.
Anyway, while we were getting the horses ready to load in the trailer, Bill was being his usual horny self and trying to convince me to head on back to the house for some bedroom antics. Bill was trying his best to persuade me, and my body did want to join him in the bedroom, but I had been looking forward to this ride for a while and nothing was going to make me miss it. This wasn't just an ordinary trail ride.
This was the yearly cancer ride where all the club members collected pledges to be donated to the local cancer fund. I had worked my tail off collecting a lot of money this year and I was sure I was going to get the plaque for the most donations collected. I had been trying for ten years to take that plaque from Barb, a close friend and neighbour, and an intervention from hell itself would be the only way for me to miss getting it this time.
I did feel sorry for Bill though. He was in as bad a shape as I was. He had also missed the bedroom action this last week. I tried to be gentle when I said, "Honey, you're going to have to wait until later. I promise I will make tonight unforgettable and rock your world, and I expect you to take care of my needs too, but first we have to do this ride." After promising him that, I was thinking to myself that tonight was going to be hot for the two of us. We both had missed each other during the past week and wanted to reconnect.
Now is as good a time as any to explain some important facts about me, and how these facts led up to what happened to me that day of the ride. It wasn't until after that fateful day that I actually sat down and thought about myself and why I was the person I found myself being.
To start with, I am one of those women that feels very insecure about her looks. I work hard to keep my body fit and pick clothes that are stylish just to keep up appearances. I also wore the best makeup to make my face presentable, and tried to be nice to everyone. But whenever I looked at myself in the mirror all I saw was a plain looking female of the species.
I think the insecurity came from an old boyfriend who got pissed off when I told him no when he asked me to go in the back seat of his car with him. In his anger he told me I was just an ugly cow anyway and then he spread the word through the school and all the guys started to call me ugly.
Bill, bless his sole, was always telling me how gorgeous I was, but in my mind I knew better. When he said things like that, I was overjoyed that he felt that way about me and it did give me a warm glow in my pussy. So whenever he paid me some complements I made sure I showed my appreciation by being more energetic in the bedroom that night. I tried to make sure that I did everything possible to rock his world those nights, and as a result I got some real hot loving in return.
Bill once told me that even at a party or other event if someone else mentioned to me I was looking good or I looked fine in that dress I would hang on their every word for the rest of the night. I never noticed I did things like that until he pointed it out. Inevitability I was always super horny from the attention that had been paid to me, and as a result Bill got more than lucky afterwards. My gratitude would only last until the next morning, and then I would look in the mirror and would be back to wondering if I was good looking or not.
Bill also told me that he figured out a long time ago that if he wanted hot sex, all he had to do was make sure he flattered and complimented me lots. Plus he would nonchalantly be touching me every chance he could.
A doctor could probably explain this better, and have some big words to describe how I am, but when I got complements from people, men or women, or if other men flirted with me, I reacted by subconsciously getting sexually aroused. I would feel obligated to give special thanks to whomever for the attention and making me feel good. No, I don't swing both ways, it's just that praise from anyone made me feel better about myself.
Bill thought that my way of saying thanks was to give up something special, and that something special was my body. I don't know if he knew what he was talking about, and to me it was a bunch of whooie. I never saw myself like that. All I could see was I felt real good for whatever reason, and was horny.