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I had just come in from a hard ride on my favorite horse Samson. God, he's a beauty. He's seventeen hands high and very muscular, he shines in the sunlight with a flicker across his black coat, his long mane and tail have barely ever been trimmed. His name is so appropriate, he is big, he is strong, and his hair long and beautiful. A gelding, he had been gelded with pride, which means he doesn't know he is gelded since we bred him several times before removing his ability to sire offspring, but not his desire to do so.
We both came in with sweat from our long gallop across the hills we were so familiar with. I had let him have the bit in his mouth, let him take us wherever he wanted to go. And go we did! It was exhilarating. It was exciting. We knew every inch of the hills around our home and stables and had nothing to fear from riding at break neck speed. Samson knew I knew how to hang on and I knew I could trust him with my life. It was the next thing to flying that I knew and for Samson he loved me so much that he gave me the ride of my life.
As I slid off his high back I leaned against him for a moment, my arms around his massive neck to give him an affectionate hug. Deftly I removed his saddle and his blanket and tied him to his stall. Already the hands had food in his bucket, water in the trough, and a deep bed of straw on the floor of the box for his lordship, Samson. I sometimes regretted that we had gelded this mighty beast. His son's and daughter's were legendary and I owned several but none could really measure up to this mighty beast. If we had let him retain his dominance he would have become dangerous and we couldn't have that so we had gelded him but not before getting vials of his sperm for future breeding. Everyone knew that he was king of the stables and they knew to bow to his wishes. Fortunately he had the personality to accept their homage with grace, style, and dignity. By gelding him when we had, he had retained that gentleness, that beauty from with. He was a beautiful horse both in appearance and in personality. I think anyone who knows me, knows that I love this horse more than anything....or almost.
As I rubbed him down and then brushed out his beautiful black coat I thought about all the wonderful things that had happened in my life because of this beast. He was the stuff of legends, he was the horse that built this stable to what it was today, he brought many people into my life that would have never been there otherwise. His needs and the ones of his heirs and companions were paramount in this operation. They needed round the clock care, they needed pampering, they had excellent human assistance. It was what brought Reese into my world. There would have been no other way for her to come into my world because of the social differences.
You see, in my world, the classes do not mix. Although I have always had money to do what I want, to indulge, it also shelters me. As a result, I am expected to marry money, to socialize with my peers who have money, and to marry a man that has money. I on the other hand like to think I am a rebel. Not openly of course, but enough to bend our little social narrow-minded world on it's ear. Not only do I not care about the money that flows effortlessly into my hands, but I don't care about who has it, who controls it, or what it will buy. I like people of all walks of life. I also like women. I prefer their company intimately to that of men. This had been hard to accept for a long time in my life, not only personally, but to make my father understand. He had high hopes for his 'princess' and while he has come to accept that I am a lesbian, I think deep down he might be a little disappointed. He never shows it of course, but up until a few years ago, he thought I would be a lonely old lesbian.
I met a woman then and had a wonderful relationship with her. I even married her and conceived a child. By the time our firstborn was due though, we had fallen out of love with each other. She had fallen in love with the sperm donor of our child and I had fallen out of love with love. Hurt, our relationship was severed, even before our daughter was born. She moved away and I moved on. My father was delighted at the grandchild he thought never to have. I however was left to raise my child alone and while she has a doting grandfather, she doesn't have a true co-parent, one I would want to have in my life forever.
This brings me to my current problem though. I think I may be in love again, not just with Samson, but with his caretaker, Reese. She is a lovely woman, tall, blonde, with a wonderful caring personality. She is also, very straight, very heterosexual. She hasn't a clue to my feelings, at least I don't think she does. I first noticed her one day months ago. She was assigned this section of the stables to care and feed the horses as well as exercise and groom them. I first saw her fine ass on top of one of Samson's offspring, a mare that shown so much promise I wished I could breed her back to her father for the offspring that would ensue. Instead I would have to find a stallion who only barely measures up to his impeccable lineage and style. She was riding this mare around the obstacle course and I couldn't help but notice the tight riding britches pulled across that cute little muscular derriere. Normally, I would have only noticed the mare but something about this blonde beauty caught my attention. Perhaps it was the efficient way she handled the fractious mare or perhaps it was the muscles rippling as she took the mare through her paces. Something caught and held my attention.
Both the mare and Reese were breathing hard as they came in record time from one of the trainers watches. We train them in multiple classes to have an all around horse. It doesn't matter what we put them to or ask of them, they will try it willingly with our training, if we do it right.
"Excellent Reese, that's her best time ever" Lawrence called as he clicked the watch.
Her smile did funny things to my insides as she pulled the mare to a halt in front of the little group of us and slid down. Not only the riding pants, but the knee high boots, and the form fitting nylon blouse did her body proud. When she removed her riding helmet her shoulder length blonde hair swung out and I was entranced.
"Reese, I'd like you to meet your employer" Lawrence did the introductions and I came forward with my hand out. "This is Ms. Moyer" with the emphasis on the 'er' which made it sound like an 'a.'
At the first hand shake I could tell a lot about this woman. She was straight forward, looked me right in the eye, and she was strong. She was also not interested in my attraction to her. "How do you do Ms. Moyer, it's a pleasure to finally meet you" she said in a cool cultured voice.
"How long have you been working here?" I asked in return, genuinely interested since I didn't do the hiring and firing in the stables. I was curious about this one.
"I came on board when you were at the Nationals" she informed me with her delightful smile that did something again to my insides.
"Ah yes, that was a disaster" I smiled myself remembering.
"Well, we are going to do much better next time" she answered as she patted the mare "aren't we girl?"
I wished at that moment she were talking to just me and I was the recipient of her pat.
So began a working relationship. She took care of some of my most prized babies and trained not only them but me as well to be her slave. The horses adored her and I for one took my cue from animals. If an animal doesn't trust a human for any reason, I didn't either. Since they loved her and trusted her, I did too, at least that's what I told myself as I became infatuated with her. Anyone who didn't love animals I steered clear of in this life and it had been a good rule to follow.
I learned that she had grown up on a farm with horses, cows, and sheep but it was her love of horses that had led her to become a trainer. She was a good one too. From what I could see she intuitively knew what they were thinking.
"No Ms., not like THAT" she said exasperated as I repeated a motion we had been working on for days.
"Then why don't you come up here and SHOW me!" I snapped, just as exasperated in her as she was in me.
Much to my surprise she sprung up behind me on the horse I was working with and wrapped her arms around me. I desperately wanted to lean into her, to feel her body against mine. To smell her unique essence. Instead, I tried to remain professional and let her arms around me, her thighs against the back of mine, her pelvis against my buttocks distract me for only a moment. But what a moment in time. Without much effort she showed me how my movement was causing the horse we were training to misstep and it would have cost me points. Other horses I had worked with must have instinctively done the step before but this one was following my lead and I had been off. Reese corrected it without ever being aware of how totally aware I was of her body against mine.
