All characters are 18 years or older
PALM SPRINGS VACATION
CHAPTER FIVE
From horizon to horizon, the sky was a clear, deep blue, and the morning air was calm and still comfortably cool, as they rode their horses through the jumbled boulders and mesquite bushes in the low desert of California. Occasional patches of wildflowers and blooming cacti added flashes of bright color to the earth-tones of the desert.
It was still early morning and the sun cast long, dark shadows from the rocks and bushes, creating a pleasing contrast with the highlights of the directly sunlit areas. Sharon breathed in the fresh desert air and smiled, savoring the sweet scent of the wildflowers wafting on the air currents.
Gently bouncing up and down and rocking from side to side on the back of her horse, she gazed about her surroundings, taking in the fascinating rock formations and unusual desert vegetation, so unlike what she was accustomed to seeing back home.
Since Ed had had to go out early that morning to take care of some business at the office, JoAnn suggested that she and Sharon get up extra early as well and take a long ride through the outback before the heat of the afternoon made it too uncomfortable to be out there. Her aunt had told Sharon that the desert was especially beautiful in the early morning light and the girl now saw that JoAnn had not been over-selling it.
Reveling in the sights and smells of the stark rock formations and clear, fragrant, early-morning air, Sharon was glad that they had taken this ride. She also enjoyed the strong solid feel of the horse's back between her slender thighs. Newly attuned to the pleasures to be had there, she could feel her little cunt growing warm and moist as she jounced and swayed atop her mount, her tender pussy pounding and rubbing against the hard leather of her saddle.
As the morning wore on, the air gradually grew warmer and it was a relief when they entered a slot-canyon whose sides cast a cooling shadow. They rested there for a time, watering the horses, before pushing on up through the narrow canyon. After a time, the slot-canyon broadened into a rocky, dry wash. The weathered rocks and stunted trees growing in the side canyons fascinated Sharon as they slowly picked their way through the rocky dry wash.
After topping a slight rise, the canyon opened up into a broad, flat, sandy area that Sharon suspected was flooded during the rainy season, dammed off by the rocks and the slight rise at the head of the canyon.
The way ahead was now clear of smaller rocks and shrubbery and the horses had sure and easy footing. JoAnn pointed across the dry lake-bed and said, "I'll race you over to that big rock over there, OK?"
Sharon agreed and, on a signal, they were off, the pounding hooves of their steeds kicking up clouds of dust and sand.
Laughing and shouting, they thundered across the dry lake-bed. Sharon, gently kicking her horse's flanks and whipping her reins against its neck, saw her far more experienced aunt gradually pull ahead, her long, blond hair streaming behind her head like the tail of the horse upon which she sat. As JoAnn neared the big rock, she had a comfortable lead, but Sharon continued shouting excitedly at her horse, urging it on.
Bouncing atop her galloping horse, the young girl's tender little pussy pounded against her hard saddle, sending thrills of delight shooting through her loins. Suddenly, her cunt exploded in orgasm and she cried out with joyous delight. Overwhelmed by the unexpected release of her passions, the race was forgotten as Sharon dropped her reins and wrapped her arms around the horse's neck to keep from falling off.
Reaching the big rock, JoAnn reined in her horse and turned around to look back at her niece. JoAnn laughed when she saw the young girl, gasping and sobbing as she humped the saddle beneath her.
"Oh, yes!" she cried out, laughing. "I see you've discovered why I've become such a fan of horseback riding!"
Sharon's horse trotted up to JoAnn and stopped, the young girl still gripping its mane and gasping for breath.
JoAnn chuckled, "I always come back from a ride feeling randy as hell!"
"Ohhhh, yes..." Sharon wheezed, an impish smile on her face, "that was amazing!"
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"HELLO!"
Startled, the two girls looked around for the source of the shouted greeting and saw a young man standing beside the big rock that was their finish line, waving at them. Behind him, in the shade of the rock, they saw two slightly older-looking boys sitting by a campfire, stirring something that they were cooking in a pot.
Sharon quickly straightened up and tried to compose herself as the two older boys looked up at them and waved. JoAnn waved back and said to her niece, "C'mon, Sharon, let's go talk to them."
The girls trotted their horses over to the boys' campsite. "Hello, boys!" JoAnn greeted them gaily, a radiant smile on her beautiful face as she swung down from her horse.
Sharon chuckled to herself as she saw the dumbfounded look on the boys' faces. They were obviously quite impressed by JoAnn's exquisite figure as they watched her graceful dismount. She was wearing a pair of very short, cut-off blue jeans and a brief halter-top that revealed a considerable expanse of her smoothly tanned skin. They stared at her like they were witnessing the arrival of an angel from heaven.
"Uhhh...hello!" the oldest boy said, dropping the spoon into the pot and standing up. "We were just fixing up some stew for lunch...uhhh, would you like to join us?" he asked. 'We have plenty."
JoAnn stepped closer and peered down into the pot, the boys' eyes closely following her every move. "Mmmmm...it sure smells good!" she said, not mentioning the fact that there really appeared to be very little in the pot, despite the boy's generous offer to share. "I didn't realize how hungry I was until I smelled this! We packed some sandwiches with us for our ride. I guess we might as well have them here with you guys!"
Sharon climbed down off her horse and stood next to her aunt. JoAnn gave the boys another radiant smile and said, "My name is JoAnn, and this is my niece, Sharon."
The boys glanced at the younger girl for a moment, smiling and nodding their acknowledgment, but they quickly returned their attention to JoAnn. The younger boy, however, cast side-long glances at Sharon, apparently interested in the young girl despite the eclipsing presence of her beautiful aunt. Happy that at least one of the guys was noticing her, Sharon smiled back at him encouragingly.
"I'm Mike," said the oldest boy, "and these are my brothers, Jack and Bobby."
Sharon eyed the brothers carefully. They were all fairly good-looking young men and she could easily see their resemblance. Mike appeared to be a couple of years older than herself while Bobby looked like he was about her own age. She placed Jack somewhere in between.
"So...how old are you guys?" JoAnn asked, apparently innocently, but actually with an ulterior motive.
"I'm twenty," Mike answered, unsuspecting, "Jack's nineteen, and Bobby's eighteen."
