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Rider Ch. 06-09

By: TonyDowse



Chapter 6 

A Riding Lesson

At least I was right about there being no mice in the loft, and even though everything in it was incredibly dusty and only after she was sure I'd checked it thoroughly she insisted on following me up in to the treasure house of memories; memories triggered by the innumerable assorted objects we found there, many of which had been mine.

Amongst other things I found an old cowboy hat and as I shook the dust off it I smiled, remembering the Christmas my aunt had given me the outfit that went with it, and the times I'd spent hunting the garden for bank robbers or horse stealing Indians. Mandy noticed my dreamy look and brought me back to reality by asking what I was thinking about.

"Oh, the fantasies I had as a child. With this hat on I became sheriff of Deadwood Gulch, the fastest gun West of the Mississippi, feared by every outlaw in the territory."

She gave me an understanding smile. "I used to pretend like that too. Though in my case I was the world's greatest horse-woman. Winning an Olympic medal for my country. Fantasies are really strong when you're a child, aren't they."

"Not only when you're a child Mandy. I've had some pretty powerful fantasies about you." I admitted.

"Me? Fantasies about me?" Then, with a note of rising excitement in her voice, she added. "What sort of fantasies? When?"

"Oh, for instance, the first evening I saw you with Champ, before we'd even met. Watching you riding him, controlling him so skilfully, I couldn't help imagining what it would be like if you were riding me, sexually I mean."

"Me on top you mean?"

"Yes - but not just on top, somehow actually riding me. That's the thing about fantasies, they don't have to be practical."

"That does sound exciting, I mean, for me too." she paused and from the look on her face and the excited flush that coloured her cheeks I could see that my fantasy had caught her imagination. "The more I think about it the more I'm sure I'd like it too. We must have a think about how we'd go about it Rob."

"O.K. - but for now let me make a practical suggestion. I'd better sort some of this stuff out, it won't take long but I don't want you getting covered in dust. So as it's already making my throat dry why don't you go down to the kitchen, clean up our lunch things and then, while I sort out the things I'd like to keep you could make us both another cup of tea."

"O.K. I'll give you a call when I've got it ready."

Of course once I got started just about everything I picked up brought back a different memory and so I really didn't notice how quickly the time was passing and that Mandy was taking far longer than I'd expected. By the time she called out to me I had put the few things I wanted to keep into a couple of boxes and put everything else to one side for my cousins to pick over or dispose of.

Mandy had cleared our lunch things away and found some biscuits and as we sat munching and drinking I couldn't help noticing that she was unusually quiet, that there seemed to be an air of controlled but nervous excitement about her, but as I was still recalling some of the memories the things upstairs had aroused I wasn't really concerned about what might have been going through her head. If I'd known what else she'd been up to while I was in the loft and what she was actually thinking about, neither of us would have bothered to drink the tea.

Then she got up and started to wash the cups and plates and, seeing her from that angle made me suddenly conscious of something I hadn't really noticed before - just how tightly her jeans fitted her. They hugged her bottom like a second skin, the back seam fitting tightly into the crack between the cheeks of her arse and I found my eyes drawn down along it then imagined how it must also be cutting up between the tender pussy-lips I'd been licking and sucking earlier.

So by the time she'd finished and turned back to face me, although one appetite had been satisfied, another had been re-stimulated and there's no way she could have missed the hungry look in my eyes. But she gave no indication that she'd read it and gave me no time to do anything about letting her know how sexy I was starting to feel again, instead she aroused my curiosity by holding out her hand and saying. "If you've finished I'd like you to come and see something."

I took her hand and let her lead me through the house to the front room, then stood silently as I looked around to see what she'd meant. Although I could see what she'd done, the implication of its purpose didn't immediately hit me. She'd moved the long, narrow music seat into the centre of the room, taken several of the smaller cushions from the settee and put them on it and covered them with a towel, then on either side she'd piled several large books.

But she couldn't wait for the penny to drop and moved across to stand beside the seat, saying in an excited voice. "See, you lie on the bench, I get on top but instead of kneeling astride you, I'll have my legs down either side, standing on the books. That way I'll be able to grip you with my thighs, the way I ride Champ. I think I've got the height right but we can change it by just adding or taking away one or two of those encyclopaedias I found in the book-case. And as well as acting out your fantasy, I'll be able to watch your face, see your reactions to whatever I'm doing.

What do you think?"

The moment I understood what she'd done, and even more importantly, why she"d done it, I found myself recalling the details of the fantasy I'd told her about. The fantasy in which she took control of my sexual needs in exactly the same way as she skilfully used her legs to control the raw, animal power of Champ. And before she"d even finished explaining how she thought it would work, I found myself visualising her above me, slowly, very expertly, taking me closer and closer to the ultimate climax.

And as I tried to imagine just how that would feel, I felt my body responding to those thoughts and images, felt my cock stiffening yet again.

"I think it's perfect Mandy." I managed to say, clearing my throat in an effort to disguise the tension in my voice. "Come here and let me give you a kiss for being so creative, and another because I haven't had one for ages."

"That's only because you haven't seemed to want one since you sucked me off. In fact I was beginning to think you might be losing interest already."

"If you want to, you can feel for yourself how much, interest, as you call it, I still have."

As she came into my arms she let one hand drop down to my crotch, her fingers immediately closing around the rapidly growing length. "Ah, yes! A demonstration is worth a thousand words. But how long has he been like that? You should have let me know earlier, I could have found something useful for him to do."

"Such as?"

"Such as taking care of this violently awakened sexuality, as you so politely called it. As I said, whenever I'm near you, I get this very strong need to be fucked."

"Maybe you'd better learn to take care of it for yourself."

"Oh I often do that." she paused, giggled and then added. "Oh, you mean, I should come on to you. I thought you meant I should get myself off, you know, masturbate." she explained as I pulled her close and clamped my lips to hers.

I could tell from the immediately hot, passionate way she returned my kiss that she must have been thinking about acting out my fantasy for some time and was in no mood to waste too much time on preliminaries. When we came out of the clinch she whispered. "I just have to go and get something out of my bag, I won't be a minute. So, while I do that, why don't you get undressed, make yourself as comfortable as you can on the bench. Then think about what's coming."

After she'd slipped out of the room I did just that, undressed, settled myself down and closed my eyes.

The first memory that returned was seeing her that first evening, riding Champ around the training area, her youthfully firm breasts bouncing at each of the horse's strides. But then the other, far more powerful image replaced that, of her long, lean thighs gripping his flanks, flexing as they controlled his every move. I tried to imagine how it would feel when they were gripping, controlling me in much the same way. As those thoughts and images rolled through my brain I found myself getting more and more excited - and felt my cock thickening, lengthening, stiffening, then starting to jerk upright.

I had been too engrossed in my own thoughts to hear her coming back again but, as I felt it rise I heard a faintly whispered - "Aah!" - then heard her say more distinctly. "Keep your eyes closed."

Although she managed to do it without touching me, I somehow sensed she was getting one foot up on to one of the pile of books and lifting the other leg over me on to those on the other side.

"You can open your eyes now."

I hadn't expected her to have anything on, but what little there was actually made her look even sexier than if she had been totally naked. I guessed the underwear was new, some of the things she had mentioned that she had brought with her specifically for my enjoyment. It was made of some sort of white, lacy material that let a lot of her evenly tanned skin show through it. The panties were a tiny vee shaped piece, barely big enough to cover the full swell of her mound, held in place by a thin ribbon of matching lace. The bra cups were hardly any bigger and as she bent forward and I felt her fingers closing around my still rising cock I saw that like it, her nipples were already stiffening, their tips poking out through the material.

But although her breasts were exciting, and especially because of the angle I was seeing her from, her sex was the real focus of my attention and I found myself staring at that irresistible mound. In my mind I stripped away the flimsy covering and pictured the blonde-haired swell - and the pouting, sweet tasting pussy-lips beneath it.

She noticed where I was looking and while her fingers kept hold of my shaft she began to move, sensually swaying, rotating and undulating her hips and pelvis. I tried to imagine what it would feel like if she did that while I had my cock inside her, and felt it jerking higher. Seeing my immediate reaction she smiled and lightly trailed the finger-tips of her other hand slowly down across my chest and stomach.

She paused for a moment and it was only then that I realised that she hadn't positioned the piles of books where I would have expected, instead of being level with my waist they were further back, down near my knees. But my curiosity as to why she"d done that vanished as I felt one hand slipping up around my cock-head and the other spiralling up and down the hard length.

The combination of her body"s suggestive movements, the images flickering through my head and her lightly caressing hands soon had me gasping at the intensity of what I was feeling, and the anticipation of what was still to come. Then, even through the steadily thickening haze of pleasure I found out that her positioning of the books hadn't been a miscalculation. After another quick glance at the tense expression on my face she slipped her hand down the jerking shaft, bent forwards and, opening her mouth wide, slid her moistened lips smoothly down over the bulbous head.

I heard myself groaning with delight, the muscles in my thighs and belly contracting as she slowly pushed her head lower, taking in more and more of my cock. As I watched most of it disappearing I felt her fingers tightening their grip around the base and then, as though in time to the beat of some inner music, she began to slowly bob her head up and down.

The feel of her soft wet lips slipping up and down and every now and then giving a really hard suck soon had me writhing helplessly. She looked up from time to time, the look in her brilliantly sparkling eyes reminding me of what she'd said earlier, about wanting to be able to watch my reactions.

As her stimulation continued, the semen gathering in my balls began to make them ache, an ache that grew stronger the longer her lips and mouth continued working their magic. But although the pressure rose higher as the volume increased, her untiring fingers gripped me so tightly they held the flood back. I heard myself uttering low moans, then harsher, more guttural grunts as the pressure inside me rose. An irresistible urge made me begin to thrust upwards, and I heard her muffled, gurgling sounds of pleasure as I fucked her mouth and throat.

She took me to the very brink, somehow sensing when it would take just one more thrust, stroke or suck to bring the seething mass boiling up through my straining cock. Then, having brought me almost to that point of no return, she lifted her head, using both hands to grip the rock-hard mass, one low down around the base, the other immediately below the bloated, dark purple coloured head. "That's exactly the way I imagined it would look." she murmured as she stared down at the result of her handiwork. "Just hold on for a few moments, I'll just move the books a little, then we can start."

"Start!" I gasped. "What on earth do you call what you've already been doing to me?"

"Oh, that's just preparation." she answered with a broad grin, then got up off me and began to move both piles of books. Having satisfied herself they were in the right position she hooked her fingers in the ribbon around her waist and tugged the skimpy panties down over her hips. As she stepped out of them my eyes were automatically drawn to the plump, lightly haired mound, then, as she lifted her arms and slipped off her bra, to her mouth-wateringly uptilted breasts.

"God that's exciting!" she said, and looking up I saw that her eyes were fixed on quivering display my cock was making. "It's so big, and looks so powerful! Just looking at it makes me feel unbelievably sexy."

As she continued to stare down she lifted her hands, one cupping and squeezing her breast, pinching the already stiffened nipple, the other slipping up between her legs, her fingers caressing and then probing up into her sex. Then, in a voice so quiet that I barely caught the words, she murmured. "My stallion. My proud, lusty stallion. Let's see if I can tame him." And, stepping up on to the pile of books and swinging her leg over me, gave me a clear view of the glistening, pouting red gash as she stood poised above me.

Having made sure of her footing she reached down with one hand and, taking a firm grip around the base of my cock, bent her knees and lowered herself down towards the rigid, throbbing mass. When she was just a little above my cock-head she paused for a moment, then used her other hand to spread her pussy-lips apart before pushing herself lower. As I felt the tip of my cock slip up into her I groaned aloud - then heard Mandy's voice blending with mine as the bloated head drove deeper.

Slowly forcing herself down the shaft she steadily filled herself, continuing the agonisingly slow plunge until her mound and swollen clitoris were jammed hard down against the back of her hand.

She rested there for a moment, then, slightly relaxing her fingers and using her thighs to grip me, she began to move slowly up and down, moaning softly with pleasure as she finally began to actually ride me.

Although almost completely overwhelmed by the new, much stronger sensations beginning to flood through me, I looked up at her - her face and neck were already flushed, her breasts taut, their nipples spiking sharply. Unable to resist the impulse I reached up and lightly brushed the silky smoothness of her skin, then taking the jutting peaks between my fingers, I rolled and squeezed them, and in response, heard her groan and felt her pussy tighten around my cock.

Just then, as I watched her reaction to what I was doing for her, out of the corner of my eye I thought I caught a movement, outside the window, instinctively I turned, but with the sky darkened by the rain-clouds I couldn't make out anything but the shapes of the trees being blown around by the wind. Satisfied that's what had caught my eye, I turned my full attention back to Mandy and instantly forgot the momentary interruption.

Her movements were slow and deliberate and the sensations she generated were absolutely incredible. Although she was taking most of her weight on her feet, her thighs gripped me tight and I could feel that as she did when riding Champ, that grip was actually the key to the fine control of her movements. But as well as the excitement generated by the feel of her thigh muscles flexing as she steadily rose and fell I could feel another set working. Working even more effectively in heightening the intensity of my pleasure, working me towards what promised to be the ultimate climax.

It had been her thighs and what they would do for me, that I had been fantasising about - but although they were controlling my body in the way I had imagined, I found that the lining of her cunt was an even more powerful source of almost excruciating excitement. As she pushed herself down it still clung tightly to the shaft, relaxing just enough to allow my cock to penetrate deep into her hot, wet core. When she'd taken it all in, with her pelvis ground hard down against her still gripping fingers, she paused, and the lining seemed to tighten. Then, as she began to lift herself, I felt it resisting the steady pull, as though her cunt was actually trying to siphon the semen up through my cock.

Once she reached full height, with just the tip of my cock-head held between the soft, moist folds of her pussy-lips, she again paused, as though wanting us both to enjoy not only the sensations we were actually experiencing but also the anticipation of those that were to follow. Then, when it felt as though every nerve and fibre in my body was stretched to breaking point, she once again began that slow, but electrifying descent.

Again and again and again, apparently untiringly, she rode me. My cock felt bigger and harder than ever before. The build-up of semen in my balls made them ache with the intensity of the pressure. The thrills coursing through every part of my body sent me into a delirium of pleasure. I wanted desperately to come, but wanted even more for the mind-blowing sensations to just go on, and on, and on.

But of course eventually, as the pressure grew stronger I realised that quite unconsciously, I had actually begun to urge her on by thrusting myself up at her. And even though I felt her leg and thigh muscles working harder, trying to control me, they could neither fully prevent nor completely restrain my increasingly forceful upward thrusts. Thrusts that gradually picked up speed and urgency as the internal pressure and needs grew even stronger.

Apart from a regular background of moans and grunts of mindless pleasure and the occasional exclamation as a particularly exquisite sensation coursed through one of us, neither had really spoken, we were each too preoccupied with what was happening to our bodies to talk. But as the pressure build-up inside grew to an almost unbearable level my tortured body began to demand its release. "Faster now Mandy! Please, just a little faster!" I groaned almost plaintively.

And to my relief and as though directing Champ, she replied by making a clicking sound in her throat and digging her knees more sharply into my sides as she steadily increased the tempo of her ride.

Although she'd done exactly what I asked her to do, at first in spite of the increased speed of her movements, as her knees tightened their grip of me they reduced my capacity to thrust up into her and that only increased my blissful torture. But, quite soon after that the hard, fast ride seemed to be turning into a gallop.

I heard myself gasping as her movements became more urgent, the controlled, rise and fall giving way to harder, sharper actions and realised that she was finally being driven by her own, quickly growing urgency. And, as her body responded to that she must have slightly changed her grip of me because I found I could again thrust upwards. My thoughts as to what was happening to her were confirmed when I heard her beginning to make a series of loud, explosive grunts each time my cock punched up into her. Even then her cunt still maintained its tight grip, intensifying the thrills I was feeling, pushing me ever closer to my climax.


Rider Ch. 06-09



Hers hit her suddenly and I'd never seen a woman respond so dramatically. One moment, although riding me at a full gallop, she still had a degree of control, the next, she gave a sudden shriek and, as though needing my semen to quench the raging fire inside, began pounding herself down on to me.

I felt the strength of her cunt"s spasming contractions as she frenziedly rammed herself up and down my towering cock, and realised from the mounting excitement I was feeling that I was also finally approaching my own climax.

Then the dam that had been holding back the still growing volume inside my balls gave way. Not just cracking, but totally disintegrating in one single instant. The enormous mass of semen surged up through me, increasing its speed and pressure as it scalded its way up through my cock and then pumped with a series of excruciating jolts, deep into Mandy's furnace like sex.

We were like wild things. Heaving, grunting, shuddering together as her orgasm continued and my cock spat load after load up into her spasming body. Again and again I thrust upwards. Each time ramming it deeper. Each explosive burst accompanied by a deep grunt of satisfaction from me and a shrill cry of pleasure from Mandy.

Even when I was utterly drained of every single drop I continued thrusting, less powerfully but still driven by the pressure she had built up inside me. But eventually of course our sweat-coated bodies slowed, our gasping breaths only just drowning out the sound of our wildly beating hearts and, having pulled Mandy down to lie on top of me we lay like that until we had recovered a little.

*

Chapter 7

Making Plans

Some time later I felt her stir. "That was absolutely the most wonderfully exciting sex I've ever experienced Mandy. It was even better than it was in my fantasy." I whispered.

"I can't believe that was me!" she said in a low, almost frightened voice. "I can't believe the things that went on inside my head, let alone what I actually felt."

"You must tell me about that. But before we talk about it we'd better get up, your set-up was perfect, but it's not exactly comfortable."

"Oh of course, how silly of me! You poor thing!" she exclaimed as she lifted herself upright. Then as she lifted herself off me and my cock finally slipped out of her pussy, the squelching plop was followed by a gush of our mingled juices that ran down over my thighs.

"That's why I covered the cushions with a towel." she said with a shy giggle as she bent and began to clean me up. "I guessed there'd be a bit of a mess, but not as much as this."

"I think most of it's mine." I admitted. "I don't think I've ever come as powerfully as that."

"That's nice to know." she said, stopping what she was doing to give me a gentle kiss on the lips before finishing wiping my legs. "That's the best I can do for now, you'd better get up, so we can check the cushions. Don't want to leave any clues as to what's been going on, do we."

Luckily the towel had caught the lot and having put the cushions and books back where Mandy had found them we gathered up our clothes and headed for the bath-room to finish cleaning the quickly drying mess off ourselves.

"I think I'd better put my school things back on, you don't mind do you?" she asked as I dried myself.

"Mind? Why should I mind?"

"Well they're not exactly glamorous."

"Maybe not glamorous, but I found them very sexy this morning, or have you already forgotten what happened up on the hill?"

"Of course not. I remember every second of what's happened today, and I'm going to remember it forever. And probably use the memories to get myself off many, many times after you've gone back home." she added slightly despondently.

"Hey come on, don't get gloomy. Finish dressing then let's go and see if we can find something to drink. She usually kept a bit of brandy around, for Christmas, birthdays and medicinal purposes, as she used to say."

We found an opened bottle in the sideboard in the living room and having poured us each a small drink we sat on the settee and slowly sipped them.

"That's better!" I said as I felt the spirit giving me a kick-start. "Now you can tell me what was going through your head."

"I'm not sure I really want to tell you Rob."

"Why on earth not?"

"It's all been a bit overwhelming, and I suppose I'm also a bit embarrassed to admit to some of the things."

"Hey, come on! That's a bit like what you said to me earlier, when I was reluctant to talk to you about Ros. We've done the most intimate thing it's possible for two people to do, there's no need to be embarrassed with each other."

"But there's a big difference between what we do and what we think. I mean I've never hit anyone, but I've certainly thought about doing it. And some of the thoughts I've had, I mean about sex, well. Well they've been pretty wild!"

"We all have those kind of thoughts. There's nothing peculiar about having them."

"I just find it a bit difficult to talk about them."

"O.K. we'll forget about the really wild ones, just tell me about what you were thinking about me then."

"That's much easier. I was mainly thinking about two things, your cock and your reactions.

I kept a picture in my mind of how it looked, you know, when I'd made it really big, actually, "enormous" is a better word." she added after a brief pause. "Then, when I had it all inside me I kept recalling that picture, trying to imagine I could watch it, you know as I was riding you, watch it going high up inside me." Again she paused and from the slightly dreamy look in her eyes I guessed she was re-living those exciting experiences.

She took a longer sip of her drink, then continued. "And while all that was going on I was watching your face and body, seeing your reactions to what was happening. It felt good, I found I was able to gauge pretty well what stage you were at, and found I was able to slow things down. I got a real kick out of finding I could do that." she added shyly.

"That gave you a sense of, well, of power?"

"Yes, power! That's exactly what it was! Is that bad, or kinky?"

"No of course not." I answered with a grin. "It's very similar to the feeling you mentioned when you were talking about riding Champ. Power over something or somebody is only bad when it's misused.

I told you that my fantasy was in some ways based on the feeling that I was power-less, being ridden, my reactions completely dependent on yours, under your control, under your power. So your feelings were exactly right, my fantasy depended on you feeling that way. It wouldn't have been anywhere near as good, my climax nowhere near as powerful if you hadn't felt like that."

"Yes, I see. That makes me feel a lot better. And it certainly was spectacular. That moment before you actually came, it was, well it was as though your entire body was concentrated on just that. Every muscle, every ounce of energy, everything focussed on just one thing. It looked and felt as though at that moment nothing mattered but how much, and how powerfully you could shoot it up into me."

"That's exactly how it was for me too." I told her, but as she took another sip of her drink I could see from the expression on her face that there was something else going through her mind.

"There's something else, isn't there?"

She looked deep into my eyes, as though seeking reassurance that what she was going to say next was all right. "Go on, you can tell me." I said in an encouraging tone.

"All right - but don't blame me if you think this is weird. At one stage, just after I'd found I could sort of control how things were going, well, I had these other thoughts, and that was all pure fantasy."

"Go on." I urged in a low voice.

"We were on the beach, on Champ, together." Again she paused, then the next few words simply tumbled out. "I was using you as a saddle."

"I don't quite follow that, tell me what you mean Mandy. In what way were you using me as a saddle?"

She took yet another sip from the rapidly emptying glass, took a deep breath and, with her eyes fixed on the floor ahead of her, finally explained. 

"As I said, we're on this beach, it's not far from here, it's usually too rough for swimming and there's rarely any decent fish there so most of the time it's deserted. I take Champ down there sometimes, he loves galloping through the edge of the surf. That's what we're doing, his hooves are sending great sprays of water up over me."

Again she paused for a moment and then, having drained the glass, continued. "I always take the saddle off before we do that, the salt water wrecks the leather, and anyway, I like the feel of him without it, it makes me feel sexy." she admitted in a much lower tone.

"But this time, you're, well you're below me, somehow, I don't know how but, strapped to his back. And we're both naked, your cock is up inside me, it's even bigger than it was, and it's buried right up, deep inside my pussy.

So, as Champ gallops through the surf I'm, well I'm actually fucking you!

Can I have another drink please?" she added with a rush and as she turned back to face me I saw that her cheeks had become almost flame-red.

"Of course you can. But calm down." I said as I slipped my arm around her shoulder, pulled her closer and kissed her forehead. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about." Adding as I stood to refill both our glasses. "That's a wonderful fantasy, absolutely wonderful."

"Really?"

"Yes really."

"You're not, well, offended - by me imagining you in that sort of situation?"

"Of course not. In one way it's actually quite flattering. I mean at least it's me that you're fucking, rather than Champ."

"Champ?" she exclaimed with an absolutely panic-stricken look.

"Yes of course. The two of you are very close, you're obviously very proud and very fond of him. Why wouldn't you fantasise about him? I mean not just about winning prizes together, but sexually too."

"You wouldn't think that too horrible?"

"Mandy, there are two sorts of fantasies, neither sort is horrible. There are fantasies that are possible, usually unlikely, but at least possible. Like fantasising about a local hero, or a pop star, something like that. I thought my fantasy about you, riding me, was like that, but that one came true, usually they don't.

Then there are the other sort, they're real fantasies, and most people really wouldn't want them to come about. They're stranger, kinkier if you like, much more private. I have a few that I keep buried most of the time, they just sort of pop back up into my head every now and then.

A sexual fantasy about Champ would come into that category. I doubt you would really want to be fucked by horse, any more than any woman wants to be raped, but many women have quite healthy fantasies about that happening to them. There's absolutely nothing unusual, or, to use your word, horrible about those fantasies."

As I spoke the look on her face had changed from one of panic to one of understanding.

"Thank heavens!" she said after letting out a sigh of sheer relief. "Thanks for explaining - I've been so worried about some of the thoughts I've had."

"About Champ?"

"Yes, and a few other things too. Things that I don't want to talk about." she added quickly.

"You don't have to talk about any of those things, as I said, those fantasies are usually best kept private. The others you can share, if you want to, and only when you're really, really sure of the other person's attitudes and responses. As you could be of mine about the one involving me, because you should have been able to see it actually complemented my own fantasy of you.

If we'd known each other longer, you might have been able to make what happened earlier even more fantastic than it actually was."

"How?"

"By talking to me while we were doing it. Telling me about your fantasy while I had my cock inside you. Try to imagine what that might have done for me."

"I don't see how it could have been any better than it was."

"Maybe not - but you never know what's possible until you try it."

"Next time then."

"What do you mean?"

The familiar cheeky grin reappeared, then she answered. "I've got another one involving you. I'll have to pick the right time of course, then we'll see what happens when I tell you."

"Now that's something for me to really look forward to. But, apart from Saturday evening, how are we going to get to see each other, it's not exactly easy for you - and I'm sure your parents will get suspicious if you seem to be suddenly spending so much time with your friend, Sandra."

"I know, I've been thinking about that. I wish I was older, finished with school. Today has been marvellous, even better than I thought it could be, but, I just wish we could somehow have a whole day, I mean a day and a night together.

I'd love to go to sleep in your arms, feel your cock tucked up inside me, then be woken during the night by you making love to me.

And then wake you up in the morning by fucking you!" she added enthusiastically.

"Sounds perfect, but I don't see how we could manage it."

"As I said, to get Saturday evening organised I'll have to tell Sandra about you, so I'll see if she can come up with any ideas about how I could manage it. She's much better at that sort of thing - she can be really devious when she sets her mind to it."

"She sounds like a handy friend to have."

"She is and as we've been friends all our lives she knows just about everything about me - and I know as much about her of course. So we trust each other completely."

"I wouldn't have thought there'd be that much to know, you haven't had that much time, or opportunity to develop what's called a murky past."

"Oh most of it is pretty childish stuff, but there are a few things we wouldn't want anyone else to know."

"Like what?"

"Like, what we've done with which boys for instance."

"Aah, I see. So she's not a virgin either."

"God no! Until now she's been far more adventurous than I have." she grinned and added. "But I've caught up, and well and truly passed her now!"

We sat and talked about her earlier experiences for quite a while, then realised that time had caught up with us and that she'd have to be getting home. As we took our glasses through to the kitchen she suddenly stopped, looked down at herself and said. "Oh shit! I forgot, I'll have to get changed again."

"Why, into what?"

"I'm supposed to have been to a dance class, I never change after those, I just put a coat over the top and go home like that. Shan't be a minute."

I washed and dried the glasses and put away the various things we'd used, shoving the semen stiffened towel down at the bottom of the pile in the linen cupboard and double-checking that there was no trace that I'd had company in the house. Then, having left the box of my unwanted old things in the hall-way I took the few I did want to keep out to the car and then went looking for her.

She was in the living-room and I was just in time to catch sight of her as she was about to slip into her coat, I wished I'd been a few minutes earlier and had a chance to see her actually getting into her dance gear. I should have guessed what it was but I hadn't and even after the punishment my cock had taken during the day the sight of her lithe curves, apparently poured into a body-hugging set of pastel coloured leotards and tights set my heart racing and my blood pounding.

"Wow!" I exclaimed as I stood in the door-way, mouth gaping and eyes bulging.

"You like?" she asked, pulling the mac open and posing herself for me.

"In a way it's just as well you forgot about them earlier, if you'd had those on a while ago we might not have got you back home on time."

"That good?"

"More than good Mandy. You look fantastic!"

"I must remember that, keep these handy, in case you get a bit jaded sometime, need a bit of encouragement. If you know what I mean."

"I know what you mean and the way you look, would, to use your word, encourage a saint.

But, I suppose you'd better cover yourself up, before I lose my sense of responsibility, if we're not to spoil having other times together I have to get you back on time. It's back on the floor of the car for you. Should I drop you off at the place I picked you up or take you all the way home?"

She checked her watch. "I'm getting a bit late so I think you'd better take me closer, I'll show you where I think it'll be safe."

After a final, quick kiss I let her out and closed the door behind me as she hid herself in the back of the car and a few minutes later, after she'd shown me where to stop, she whispered good-bye, slipped out and I watched her walk quickly away.

*

Chapter 8

Her Speciality

As it was still only late afternoon and I had nothing else planned, I decided to have a bit of a nap before dinner, give my body a couple of hours to recuperate from the demands Mandy and I had made on it during the day. I must have gone straight off and then slept like a log because the next thing I knew was the sound of the insistent buzzing of the alarm I'd luckily set before lying down. Either I must have badly needed the sleep or I had a metabolism that thrived on sex, because after a shower, a drink and a change of clothes I found I was feeling really great, and famished, so I went down for dinner.

The dining room was far busier than it had been the previous evening but even so, as I made my way to one of the still vacant tables Ros looked up and gave me a smile and a wink.

"A bit hectic tonight." she said when she came over a few minutes later. "A coach party." Even though my body had enjoyed far more than its ration of sex for the day I couldn't help my eyes drifting down to linger on the way her uniform bulged, and picturing the sensational globes of flesh that were causing that.

"Pardon?" I said, tearing my eyes away when I realised she'd asked me a question.

"I asked if you would you like to have a drink first, or would you rather look at the menu straight away?"

"I already know what I"d really like." I said with a grin, quickly adding. "Though I suppose for now I"ll have to make do with what"s on the printed menu. And, yes, a beer would be nice. But don"t worry about me, I'm in no rush."

"That's another reason I like you. And there's no charge for looking." she answered quietly, giving me a knowing smile. Then in her normal voice. "One beer coming up, sir."

She returned with the beer and a menu and as she handed them over quietly asked if I was seeing our friend later and if so was I going to ask her about what we'd discussed, then arched her eye-brows questioningly as I gave her my equally quiet answer.

"She can't get away, but I've already got the answer."

Just then someone in the large group called for service and with a helpless shrug she turned away and got on with her work. For the next hour or so she was literally run off her feet, so although she was able to make sure my meal wasn't delayed, she had absolutely no chance to stop to talk and even after most of the coach party had gone to their rooms some of the men stayed on for a few more drinks so when she brought my coffee I said. "We won't get a chance to talk here, can you pop up for a while when you've finished?"

"Sure, but I'll be dead on my feet by then."

"I'll massage them for you."

"Seriously?"

"Yes."

"You're on!" she said with a smile, adding enigmatically as she responded to yet another call from the drinkers. "Anyway, I should think that'll be about all you can manage too, your day must have been rather exhausting."

I could see I wasn't going to really get another chance to speak to her so finished my coffee and, catching her eye as I left, indicated I'd see her later, up in my room. Her mysterious reference to my exhausting day kept me wondering, did she know something or was she just guessing? Had someone actually seen Mandy and I together some time during the day? If so, how had Ros got to hear about it? Was this an example of the power of the town's gossip grape-vine? If it was and I wanted to continue enjoying the rest of my holiday as much as I had in the last two or three days, then I'd need to be very, very careful.




Rider Ch. 06-09



Having poured myself a drink I tried to watch a bit of TV but found the combination of my concern about what Ros had said, my still very vivid memories of the unbelievably exciting times I'd shared with Mandy, and the occasional thought of what might yet be in store with one or the other, or both of them, meant that I spent most of the time simply staring quite blankly at the screen. But I wasn't too absorbed in my thoughts to miss the tap on the door an hour or so later and hurried across the room to let Ros in.

"Shit, what a bunch of louts they've turned out to be!" she sputtered angrily as I closed the door behind her. "I hope the boss doesn't take any more bookings from the bloke who organised this package. Can you believe it, I actually had to slap one guy! A couple of his mates moved their chairs to trap me while he got his hand under my skirt and he just kept heading upwards, even after I told him to stop, he was absolutely determined to get all the way. Until I belted him." she added with a grin.

"That's disgraceful Ros, if I was the boss I'd tell him to find somewhere else to sleep, he could try his luck with the other pigs, at the nearest farm.

But I'm really in no position to condemn or criticise him too much. They are great legs Ros and I'll happily testify as to the quality of what he was after a sample of, I mean, I couldn't resist the temptation."

"Ah, but the difference is in the way you go about getting what you're after." she responded as she sank into the nearest chair. "Now, I hope you've left some for me, I need a drink, a large one please."

Having poured us both one, I sat opposite her and gave her time to relax, watching her unwind as she let off steam about the unreasonable expectations and demands the group had made on her, pouring her a second drink long before I had got through my first, and at the same time enjoying the occasional flash of thigh she gave me as she crossed and re-crossed her unquestionably shapely legs.

When I thought she'd finally got the stress of the evening off her more than fulsome chest, I raised the question of the puzzling comment she'd made to me much earlier.

"I've been curious about something you said when I came in to eat, Ros."

"What was that?"

"You said something about me not being able to manage much action this evening, having had what you described as an, exhausting day. What did you mean by that?"

She smiled, took another, smaller sip of what was left of her drink and then paused before she answered. "Well haven't you? That is, had an exhausting day?"

"Busy, yes. I'm a bit tired, sure. But why would you think that? Why, exhausting?"

"I could be wrong of course. Maybe you're even fitter than I thought. That would be really nice! Or maybe she's easily satisfied - which somehow, I doubt."

"Who?"

"Mandy of course."

"Mandy?"

"You spent the day with her, didn't you?"

"How, er. Oh shit, no wonder I hate small towns! Not that it matters, but just how did you find out? Who told you?"

"Nobody sweetie, nobody. At least, so far as I know, I'm the only one that knows." She paused, drained her glass and added. "How? Because I saw you, I was there, at your aunt's place I mean. I came looking for you. Of course I didn't know Mandy was going to be there with you."

"You saw us through the window! Didn't you?" I replied, for some odd reason suddenly remembering the movement, the movement I'd caught out of the corner of my eye just as Mandy had started her long and exciting ride.

"That's right, I got soaked to the skin, and nothing else, unlike your friend, who, from even the little I saw, seemed to be doing very well for herself."

"Hey, be fair! You knew I was seeing Mandy, you even fancy her yourself, you encouraged me!"

Ros pulled herself up out of the chair, moved a little unsteadily across the space between us and then knelt in front of me, resting her arms on my knees as she smiled up at me. "I'm not upset, silly. Sure I was pissed off at the time. You would be too if you thought you were going to enjoy yourself with someone who you know has something really special, then all you get is an eyeful of someone else getting it, while all you get is, soaking wet."

"Fair enough. Let's forget it then. At least I got an answer for you."

"So you said earlier. You could have put me out of my misery right then. Said she wasn't interested. Instead I've been virtually assaulted by a bunch of creeps, all the time really knowing what the answer is. That was a mean trick Rob."  

"Mean? I didn't invite those louts here. Anyway, if you must know, she likes the idea."

"You're pulling my leg?"

"I'll do something else with your leg, in a little while. No, I'm not pulling it, she likes the idea. She's even worked out when she can join us. But that's dependent on what you're doing Saturday evening."

"Saturday? She can be here Saturday?"

"Yep."

"I'll be here, you can bet your life on it! Oh you clever, clever man!" she exclaimed excitedly, lifting herself, grabbing my head and pulling it down so she could clamp her lips to mine.

After several, long breath-taking seconds she released me and stood. "You said something about a foot massage, were you serious?"

"Yes, I'd be happy to do that for you."

"Great! After being run off my feet by that bunch downstairs I could certainly go for that. I'll just pop into the bath-room for a minute and get out of these panty-hose too." She was half way there when she stopped. "Ooops! I nearly forgot." she said as she took something out of her handbag, then headed for the bath-room again.

She was gone for a bit longer than I'd expected and when she came out again I noticed that as well as having taken off her stockings, she'd removed most of her make-up and had pulled the bottom edge of her blouse up out of her skirt. She returned to the chair opposite and taking a pillow from the bed I settled myself down on the floor in front of her.

Waiting until she was sure I was comfortable, she lifted one foot and rested the heel on the palm of my hand, giving me a warm smile as I closed my fingers around it. But although I was conscious of holding her foot, at that moment my mind was really elsewhere. With her leg elevated I had a tantalising view of the soft inner curve of her lower thigh, and was immediately reminded me of how they'd felt the previous evening, when I'd had both of them wrapped tightly around my head.

But with a mental shake I returned to the immediate reality and as I began the massage she gave a loud sigh and slid a little lower in the chair, the lines of tension on her face disappearing. After several minutes of massaging that foot I picked up the other and began to give it the same treatment, my eyes flicking up every now and then, to watch the increasingly relaxed expression on her face and to steal lingering glimpses of what I could see up under the hem of her skirt.

The fact that I could actually see so little in some ways made it all the more stimulating, leaving what I couldn't see to be filled in by my vivid imagination. What was really a fairly mundane situation became one filled with erotic overtones - and, somewhat to my surprise, I became aware of a slowly growing feeling of heaviness between my legs.

I spent perhaps fifteen or twenty minutes massaging both feet in turn and only stopped when she pulled herself back up higher in the chair and said. "That's wonderful Rob, I can't tell you how much better that's made me feel. But although I think I could take hours of having it done to me, you must be getting awfully cramped in that position." Then, as I unwound my legs and got up, she caught sight of something and she added. "Oh! Is that what I think it is?"

She was staring at my crotch and when I looked down I saw why, there was a distinct bulge, in spite of the day's activity it had responded to the situation even more strongly than I'd thought.

"What a nice compliment." she said, giving me a smile. "I'm just sorry that I'm really too pooped, and still just a little bit tender from last night's activities, to take proper advantage of it Rob." Then giving me a long slow wink she added. "But, trust Ros, I won't leave you hung-up. Like the good girl-guide I used to be, I came prepared."

As she spoke she undid the buttons down the front of her blouse and slipped it off her shoulders, and I felt my eyes bulging as I stared at the display she uncovered. Instead of a bra she was wearing something I can only describe as a harness, made almost entirely of thin straps of some sort of very soft leather. It left her breasts virtually bare but held them close together, their full inner curves actually pressing against each other.

"What is that?" I asked, unable to tear my eyes away from the awesome effect it created.

"It's to help with my speciality." she answered with a grin. "You'll find a small tube in my handbag Rob, would you get it for me please."

While I rummaged through the things in her bag she moved forward in the chair until she was sitting on the very edge, then having pulled her skirt up to mid-thigh, spread her knees wide apart and held her hand out for the tube. She squeezed a small amount out then smoothed it over the inner curves of both breasts and down into the deep valley between them.

"It's body oil, quite safe. Now, get your things off and come here, let me relieve some of that pressure for you."

The touch of her oil coated hand had started to make both nipples stiffen and as I undid my trousers I stared at the sight of her glistening breasts, feeling my cock throbbing as it hardened. I couldn"t wait to feel what it would be like to slide my cock up that luscious valley and once stripped I stepped eagerly forward, my cock jerking even higher in anticipation.

Her position on the edge of the chair brought her to exactly the right height and as I moved between her legs she slipped her lightly oiled hand over my cock-head. Then, curling her fingers around the shaft she slid them down to the base and having coated it with a thin film, slid them up and down its length. The slickness of her fingers and the deftness of her touch quickly brought it up to full size and as she saw its strong response she looked up, smiled and said. "Looks like you both fancy the idea of my little speciality. I thought you would."

Then, leaning forward and cupping both breasts she lifted them slightly, widening the entrance to the valley between the two firm globes of creamy flesh. Not needing to be told what to do next, I found the opening with the tip and with a gentle forward thrust, pushed the rest of my cock up the length of the warm, oil coated channel.

The sensation was electrifying!

Ros looked up, watching my reactions and as I began to slowly thrust backwards and forwards she must have seen a change in the expression on my face. "Is that good?" she asked unnecessarily.

"Unbelievable Ros, quite unbelievable!"

The way her breasts were held together by the halter provided more than enough stimulation during each forward thrust but as she picked up the rhythm of my movements Ros increased the thrills I was feeling by using her hands to press them even closer as I withdrew. The sensations were indescribable and I heard myself groaning as the level of my excitement escalated higher and higher.

I realised that as my cock responded, got bigger, the friction between it and her enfolding breasts was increasing, in fact there was a sort of snowball effect going on. The friction made my cock bigger, hotter - the growing mass increased the friction - which in turn produced even stronger stimulation. Looking down I saw that my cock-head had turned a dark, glossy purple as it became more bloated. And from the sharp, bruising feeling I got each time my balls bumped against the underside of her breasts, I could tell they were filling, had already become much more swollen.

From the dreamy expression on her face it seemed that Ros was getting her own form of pleasure from the feel of what I was doing, enhancing that by using fingers and thumbs to pinch and tweak the darkly jutting spikes her nipples had turned into. Sensing that I was watching, her eyes opened lazily.

"Aah that feels lovely! And I can tell how good it is for you, the look on your face says it all, not to mention how much bigger and harder you've got." she added, giving her breasts an extra firm push together, squashing, almost trapping the rigid length in the narrowed valley.

Controlling the low moan that rose in my throat I managed to gasp out. "I can't tell you how good it feels for me Ros. Even better than I'd imagined it would."

"You've been thinking about my offer then?"

"Of course."

"That's nice to know, especially as you've had other things on your mind since then - and on your cock too!" she added with a throaty laugh as she finally released the pressure that had held me in its delightful grip.

After a few more minutes of sheer bliss the intensity of my reactions must have increased so much that she could tell what was happening, and said. "From the feel of things you're getting close now Rob, you're going to come quite soon, aren't you?"

"I think so." I muttered as I felt the first actual signs of the rising surge.

"When you do, I'd like you to try to make sure most of it stays on my face." adding as she grinned up at me. "All that lovely rich protein is great for the skin. That's why I took most of my make-up off."

I didn"t really need much more stimulation to reach my climax, but seeing her look of anticipation as her eyes watched my over-bloated cock-head sliding in and out of the narrow cleft between her breasts, and the realisation that she actually wanted me to spew semen across her face, was incredibly exciting. And, as if that wasn't enough, just then she began to urge me on even more, slipping one hand down between my legs, curling her fingers around my tightly aching balls, rolling and squeezing them.

In reaction to that combination I felt my forward thrusts getting more vigorous, I was no longer using the warm slickness of the channel to just produce unusually electrifying thrills, I was fucking her breasts.

And it only took a few more thrusts to finish me off. The churning mass inside suddenly felt as though it had reached boiling point and, as every muscle tensed for the critical thrust, I felt the start of the unstoppable surge, then the heady rush as the accumulated semen seared up through me.

The first load was truly explosive, as I lunged forward, ramming my balls hard up against the base of her breasts, it spewed out, splattering itself in a sticky line that ran up across her chin, nose, cheeks and eyes.

"Aaah yes, that's lovely! Come on, don't stop." she cried excitedly. "Give me more! Let it all come!" she added, urging successive gouts from me by rhythmically squeezing my balls with one hand and pushing her breasts together with the other.

I couldn't have stopped if I'd wanted to, thrusting mindlessly, grunting at the intensity of what I was feeling as it continued pumping up from deep inside me, and then, as she'd asked, squirting all over her face.

As the pressure inside me finally dropped she used her fingers to expertly milk the last few spurts out and only when she was absolutely certain she'd got it all, relaxed her grip and allowed my cock to slip out of that lush valley. Then as I eased back from between her legs I watched her use both hands to smooth the gobs of still sticky semen evenly over her face. Even the final drops that had dripped down on to her chest weren't wasted, when satisfied that her face was coated she smeared those over her breasts.

"Mmm, nice and thick, and plenty of it too." she mumbled between half closed lips. "But I shouldn't talk for a while, I have to let it set, then wait while it does it's magic. O.K.?"

"Sure. I suppose you won't want another drink for a bit either?"

"Not for the moment thanks Rob, later."

Leaving her to her unusual beauty treatment and after taking another lingering look at the amazing display her breasts continued to make, I went into the bath-room to clean myself up. As I sponged the mix of oil and semen off I stared into the mirror, asking myself for the umpteenth time that week just how I'd got so lucky. I didn't have any illusions about myself, I was moderately good-looking, took reasonable care of myself and had always prided myself on being a considerate lover, but I was certainly no film or pop star. Yet, in the space of a few days, in a very small country town, I'd been virtually taken by storm by two of the sexiest, and apparently most insatiable women I'd ever met.

What made it even more amazing was that I hadn't had to go on the prowl or make a special effort at chatting either of them up. In both cases each of them had in effect made the first move, I'd only had to pick up on the cue I'd been given. 'If I knew what the secret was I could make a fortune.' I thought to myself.

When I went back into the other room I found her lying back in the chair with her eyes closed. In that position her stunning breasts were even more dramatically displayed and I couldn't help remembering the incredible sensations they had only just given me. Having topped-up our glasses I went and sat down opposite her, looking at the translucent film of dried semen covering both them and her face. And as I sat there I found myself wondering just how many men had contributed to her beauty treatment, how many cocks she'd emptied that way. Imagining a procession of them, large and small, thick and thin, one after another, all pumping their gooey loads over her.

Not long after that image faded she stirred, opened her eyes and got up out of the chair. "That's long enough. I'll only be a minute, then we can talk about Saturday." she said as she once again took herself off to the bath-room.

When she returned I was disappointed to see that she'd put her blouse back on, but then thought that even if she had provided that stimulus, I very much doubted I'd be able to find the energy to respond again and decided it wasn't such a bad idea to reduce the temptation.

"So, what do you think of my speciality?" she asked as she sat down and picked up her drink.

"Fantastic Ros, quite fantastic! And to be honest, I'm absolutely amazed I reacted as strongly as I did."

"After your hectic day you mean?"

"Mmm."

"How many times did you do it?"

"Three, I think. I wasn't really counting at the time."

She chuckled and replied. "That's understandable, but only three times! That shouldn't have been a problem for a strong, fit young man like you Rob."

As it wasn't the appropriate time to explain that it wasn't so much the number of times but rather, the intensity of each of the massively draining climaxes I'd experienced with Mandy, I said no more, changing the subject to what was going to happen, rather than what had already happened. Ros had to work in the restaurant on Saturday evening of course and although I wasn't sure what time Mandy would arrive we figured it would be best if we organised a meal, for the two of us, in my room.

"That might also keep the pair of you out of mischief before I can get away." she said with a grin. "Can't have you exhausting yourselves before I get a chance to join in. Do you know what time she has to leave us?"

"No. Until she's talked it through with her friend Sandra I really don't know anything other than she'll be here."

"Oh well, we'll just have to see what happens. Exciting though isn't it!"

"It certainly is." I replied, wondering if Ros had any idea just how exciting the thought of having both of them together was for me.

"I'm not sure what I find most exciting, whether it's the thought of she and I doing it to each other, or whether it's the thought of watching you doing it to her."




Rider Ch. 06-09



"You find that equally exciting?"

"Oh yes! It's one of my favourite fantasies, watching a nice big cock sliding in out of a young, juicy pussy. I use that one quite a lot, I mean when there's nobody around to provide the real thing. And unfortunately down here, that's too often for my liking.

What about you, what's your favourite fantasy?"

"I don't know that I have what you'd call a favourite. You've just realised one of them, with your, speciality, as you call it. But to be honest I'd never imagined it actually happening with a woman with such amazing breasts. What Mandy did for me, when you saw us together, that's always been another."

"And?" she prompted as I paused before going further.

"Well, like most men I guess, the thought of having two women together, that has to be somewhere close to the top of the list."

She grinned across at me. "So, in one week you'll have realised three of your fantasies. Considering you originally came down here for a funeral, that's not bad is it."

"Bloody miraculous! I was thinking about that just now. Wondering what I had done to get so lucky? Even in the city, where there's women wall-to-wall, I've never had a week like this one."

"Maybe that's the answer. In the city, where there are masses of people, everyone is too busy looking, in the country, where there's less choice to confuse things, we get on with the doing."

"You're probably right. Though if this is a sample of what's going on in the country it's a wonder anything else ever gets done."

She grinned. "It's not usually quite as hectic Rob. I guess it's the fact that you're only here for a short time, someone who is interested has to make things happen quickly. And as you'll soon be gone it doesn't matter so much if the person is embarrassed by a knock-back, as they would be from someone who lived here."

"I can't imagine any man knocking you back Ros."

"It happens. Not everyone wants to risk the possibility of gossip, and you know from what happened today just how hard it is to keep your activities a secret in a small town. But although there are dry spells, most of the time I find something, someone to amuse myself with."

"Amuse? You don't let yourself get serious then?"

"Not any more. I've been married, once was enough. I guess I just like my freedom too much."

"I was wondering, while you were having your beauty treatment, how many guys have you had do that, I mean provide you with the, what shall I call it, material, for it?"

"How many men have I let come on my face? That's what you mean isn't it. Like your answer a little while ago, I haven't really kept count. But it would be a fair number over the years, certainly a couple of dozen or so. But, if you're wondering, there was only one who was better equipped than you are Rob, and that was a very long time ago now.

Now, tell me about yourself. Is there a regular woman in your life, in the city?"

We actually chatted on for about an hour, exchanging reminiscences, laughing at each other's stories and generally enjoying just being together. When she decided it was time to leave I promised to let her know whatever I could find out from Mandy about her plans for Saturday, then, as the day's activities finally caught up with me, fell into bed and slept like the proverbial log.

*

Chapter 9

Shopping Can Be Fun

When I woke the following morning it was to find that the previous day's clouds had completely vanished, the sky was a brilliantly clear blue and by the looks of it the day would be sunny and hot. Then, as I turned from the window and went into the bath-room I suddenly realised that I actually had absolutely nothing to do. Having showered and dressed I went down for breakfast and received a smile from Ros that was almost as brilliant as the day's weather promised to be.

"Good morning. You slept well I hope."

"Like a log." I answered, feeling my heart rate shift up a notch as I took in the sight of her. Her usual uniform had been replaced by a blouse and skirt and it was the blouse that had attracted my attention, well at least the effect of it. It had a wide, scooped neck-line that showed off both a large expanse of creamy smooth skin and a fair amount of her well-defined cleavage. "I see that you're keen to show off the results of your recent beauty treatment." I added as I tore my eyes up away from her breasts, returned her smile and took a nearby empty table.

"I say, if you've got it, flaunt it, if you haven't, eat your heart out. Now, what do you fancy? Or should I re-phrase that?" she added quickly as she remembered my previous reply to the same question.

When she returned with my food she lingered beside the table for a few moments, unnecessarily tidying the cruet and cutlery, then in a quiet, almost hesitant voice asked. "What were you planning on doing today Rob?"

"I don't have any plans, but the weather looks so good I thought I might go down to the beach. Why?"

"Oh I see. I don't go out in the sun much, being careful of my skin you see. I usually go into the next town on a Friday, do a bit of shopping, take in lunch, maybe a movie. I thought that today I'd look for something nice to wear, you know, for tomorrow evening. I wondered if you'd like to come with me, help me choose something?"

I wasn't sure that a day of shopping was exactly my cup of tea and the beach certainly sounded far more tempting. But then, even forgetting the sex, I'd enjoyed being with Ros, liked her free spirit and the way she could laugh at things, so after only a brief moment of hesitation I answered. "Sure, sounds like a nice idea Ros. What time can you get away?"

When she heard my reply her whole body seemed to relax and she gave me an absolutely brilliant smile, one that literally lit up her whole face. "Oh great! I'll be finished by nine thirty and don't have to be back for the dinner shift until some time between five thirty and six. It's less than an hour by car, so even allowing for the bit of shopping, we'll have lots of time to do whatever you fancy."

"Shall we take your car or mine?"

"Oh yours is much nicer, mine's just an old bomb. Now, I'd better take care of those other people and you'd better eat, before your breakfast gets cold."

Although I did my best not to be too blatant about it, I found that even as I ate I couldn't keep my eyes off her, and as I remembered the sight of her naked body I wondered how long we would be able to keep our hands off each other? And, after the draining events of the previous day, how long would my body be able to keep up with the demands the two women were each making on it? Acknowledging that if I'd had any idea as to what was likely to happen to me during the supposed holiday, I'd have gone into strict training before I left home.

I used the time between finishing my breakfast and when Ros had said she'd be finished to pop round to let my cousin know that I'd been through the loft and sorted out the few things I wanted to keep. But when I tried to return the key to the house she suggested I keep it for the time being, return it the following week, before I went home. "Just in case you remember something else." she said, but I couldn't help thinking there may have been more to it than that and the guilty feeling that followed when I wondered if perhaps someone other than Ros had seen Mandy and I, either as we went in or as we left.

But, even if we had been spotted as there was absolutely nothing I could about it, as I drove slowly back to the motel I pushed the thought out of my mind, preferring instead to think about the thrills Ros had given me the night before, and wondering what lay in store for us both during the coming day together.

By the time Ros was ready to leave the day had started to really warm up and as we were both wearing light, summery clothes because of that, I kept my fingers crossed that it wouldn't change as dramatically as it had the previous day.

"Let's not take the main highway, it's not very much longer and a much prettier drive if we go by the old road, along the coast." Ros said as I drove away from the motel and turned on to the road that led out of town. Having agreed and followed her directions we soon found ourselves leaving the houses behind us, travelling along a road that stayed as close to the coast-line as the various bays and headlands would allow.

Once under way Ros settled back in her seat, the wind from the open window blowing her thick, dark hair about her face, and I found my eyes frequently being drawn to steal sidelong glances at her, noting the relaxed happy smile on her face, the provocative swell of her breasts and the way her thighs were outlined beneath the thin fabric of her skirt.

We drove in silence for some time, my attention split between the unfamiliar road, looking at Ros and the sexy thoughts that the sight of her generated. But after we'd got some way out of town she finally said. "Simply lovely isn't it. It's days like today that I'm really glad to be alive."

"Yes it is, and I know exactly what you mean." I answered, then for some reason suddenly remembering what she'd said early the previous evening, added. "By the way, how's the soreness?"

"Oh fine now Rob. It wasn't serious, I was more tired than anything else. If you'd really wanted to we could have made love properly, but I also thought you'd get a kick out of what we did instead. And from the strength of your response it looked as though I was right about that."

"That's putting it mildly. It was mind-blowing. But afterwards, after you'd left, I felt a bit guilty, you know, because I hadn't done anything for you."

"That's very sweet of you Rob." she said, reaching across and resting her hand on my knee. "But I enjoyed it too, in different ways. I get a nice feeling from having a hard cock rubbing against my skin. My breasts are really very sensitive. The night before, when you spent so much time kissing and fondling them, I think you were too busy to notice, but I very nearly climaxed."

"Just from that?"

"Mmm. As I said, they're very sensitive, and of course you were very loving."

"I'll remember that for another time, see if I can take you all the way, that way."

"I'm sure you could, and that's something nice to look forward too." she added, giving my knee a firm squeeze. "Anyway, apart from the feelings I got from just the feel of you, there was the excitement I got from watching you, both the expression on your face and the way your cock looked as you got more and more worked-up. That gave me a lovely, warm, squirmy sort of feeling."

"That harness thing, where did you get that?"

"You liked that?"

"It's amazing! I mean the way you look in it is exciting enough, but what it actually does, that's something else."

"You'll meet the lady who designed it, at the shop we're going to. I get most of my underthings from her, she's the only one around here who stocks nice things, I mean for women my size. Most other places only sell what I call industrial packaging, you know, thick, heavy material, lots of bits of wire and bone to support things but no concern as to the appearance, nothing sexy."

"I can see that would be a problem in a small town."

"It's one of the difficulties, yes. But Moira's marvellous, and I'm sure you'll like her."

"You obviously know her well."

"Oh yes, we've been friends for some years now."

"One of your, special friends?"

"She has been, some time ago now though. She has a very serious man in her life these days, so she doesn't get around as much as she used to. You don't miss much do you?" she added.

"Just a shot in the dark really Ros. But you said you'd had a few, that you had to be very selective about them, lingerie is a very personal thing and her shop is conveniently some way away."

She chuckled and gave my knee another squeeze as she responded. "Smart thinking. You're not just a pretty face, and a big cock."

"So, what are you shopping for today?"

"As I said, I thought I'd like to get something special, something really nice for tomorrow evening, something Mandy will like."

"I would have thought you had plenty to choose from."

"Oh I have. I'll have to give you a show some time, see what your favourites are. But I like to have something new for, well you know, for special occasions."

Although one part of my brain continued to handle the car and listen to what Ros was saying, another was busy generating pictures, images of her, posing for me in a variety of sexy underwear. Her voluptuous body draped in satin, that softly clung to each and every curve. Bra and panties made from brightly coloured lace, that enhanced rather than hid what she had to offer. Things similar to the harness I'd already seen, but which were even more extreme in design. And as the procession passed I found myself becoming aware of a stirring between my legs.

"You're not listening Rob." she said, her sharper tone breaking my reverie.

"Sorry, I was miles away. Thinking about what you said, about giving me a show."

She let her hand run slowly along the top of my leg as she asked in a lower voice. "Oh, you like that idea do you?"

"Of course." I answered throatily as her hand inched higher.

"O.K. - we'll definitely do that before you go home. You'll have to come to my place for it though. I know, what about Monday evening, I have Monday and Tuesday off work, I could cook dinner for us, then have a bit of a show afterwards. Would you like that?" she asked seductively as she let her hand drift slowly across towards my crotch.

I felt my cock twitch at both the thought and the direction her hand was taking. "Definitely. And I'll bring some wine with me."

"Oh good, that'll be fun. And I can tell you're being honest too." she added as her fingers finally found the still growing length of me. "That's another thing I like about men, their cocks never lie, a man can't say you don't turn him on if his cock is saying you do, though the opposite is sometimes true of course."

I wasn't really interested in debating the erectile abilities of men in general, as her fingers closed around the thickening shaft my eyes were scanning the road ahead, wondering if there was somewhere handy for us to pull off, somewhere that we could use to take advantage of the quickly growing arousal inside me. But, as luck would have it, as we came around the next corner I saw we were approaching the outskirts of a small town and my involuntary - "Blast!" - prompted her to ask what was the matter. When I told her she chuckled and gave me a firmer squeeze.

"Hoping for a quickie by the road-side were you?"

"The thought had crossed my mind." I admitted as I grinned back at her.

"Maybe on the return trip, if you're still interested." she replied cryptically.

"I'll remind you of that."

We chatted and kept up the banter during the remainder of the drive and it seemed no time at all before I saw we were approaching the outskirts of a larger town.

"Slow down a bit Rob so I can direct you, there's usually somewhere to park fairly close to Moira's shop."

She was quite right and not long after she was leading me into a quite small but beautifully fitted-out shop in one of the side streets. I was relieved to see that there was only one woman inside, who I took to be the owner, accompanying Ros was one thing, but the thought of being the only man amongst a group of women in a shop specialising in fancy, even exotic lingerie was a little disconcerting.

Moira turned out to be a slightly older woman, perhaps in her early forties, well groomed and, under other circumstances I would probably have found her quite attractive, but standing beside Ros meant there was simply no competition.

Having made me welcome she suggested I take a seat and said she would get me a cup of coffee, then get some idea of what Ros was looking for. Taking me to an area at the front of the shop, discreetly shielded by racks of long night-dresses, housecoats and dressing-gowns, where there was a coffee-table and easy chairs they left me and went further back into the shop together. As they moved away I heard them whispering to each other and guessed that like any other woman would be, Moira was curious to know just who I was.

The coffee arrived a few minutes later and from the knowing smile Moira gave me as she put it down I imagined that Ros had managed to pack a lot of information into a very short space of time. Flipping through the magazines on the table until I found one that had a few articles of general interest I passed the next fifteen or twenty minutes reading.

As I wasn't quite sure how I'd react if Ros had planned on actually modelling her choices, I was a bit relieved when I saw she was still fully dressed when she came back to get me to come and look at their selection. From the way Moira looked me over as I walked towards the back of the shop I felt sure that Ros had given her more personal information about me - and also that like Ros, whilst she might occasionally enjoy sex with a woman, also like Ros, sex with a man was even higher on her menu.

"Now, I'm obviously not going to buy everything here so you have to be honest about what you like best Rob. So, as I don't want you to say you like something just because you think I want you to we've put all the things we like out on the counter together and want you to look at them without Moira or I saying anything. Just put those you like best on one side. O.K.?"

There must have been a couple of dozen things there and frankly I was at a bit of a loss to know where to start. But as I thought about what Ros was actually buying the things for, got a mental picture of Mandy and tried to imagine seeing Ros through her eyes, I found it was easy to eliminate straight away some things that under other circumstances would certainly have taken my fancy. Particularly appealing were two very skimpy bra and panty sets made from a material similar to the lacy things that I'd imagined during the drive, one in a flame red, the other a light russet, colours in which I felt quite sure Ros would look quite spectacular. But as I didn't see Mandy responding to something like that I reluctantly pushed them to one side.

It wasn't long before I'd sorted out half a dozen things that I thought would be superb, ranging from a black, body-hugging teddy, to a short, brick-red camisole with matching panties.

"That's my choice, any one of those. I've been trying to choose what I think Mandy will like, not just what I do." I explained, adding with a grin. "How did I go in the test?"

From the smiles I got in return I guessed I'd done reasonably well and when Ros turned to Moira and gave her a 'I told you so' look, I knew I had.

"Great Rob, just great!" Moira answered, apart from the camisole, which Ros picked and I disagreed with, believe it or not, we've all chosen exactly the same things. Now, although I'm sure they'll all fit you, to be absolutely sure you'd better go and try them on before you decide which ones you actually want Ros."

As she gathered the things together she said. "I want them all of course, but I'll have a look at the price labels before I make up my mind." Then headed for the changing rooms.

When she'd gone inside I picked up the two bras and panty sets that had caught my eye and having found my credit card, handed them to Moira. "If you're sure these are her size would you charge them to me, and make them into a parcel small enough to fit in my pocket please?"

"They are lovely aren't they. I'm positive they'll fit her perfectly, and I know she'll love them." she said giving me a warm smile as she took them from me, adding. "And I'm sure you will too!" Then, in a lower, more serious voice as she turned to go, said almost as an after-thought. "Ros has been a good friend for many years now. She's a lovely lady, but although she gives the impression of being able to handle herself in any situation, underneath she's actually quite vulnerable. Please take care not to hurt her."




Rider Ch. 06-09



She was back well before Ros reappeared and handed me my card and a package that seemed to be too small even for the filmy lace things it contained. "I've used a little tissue paper around them so although I've squashed them very flat they should look fine once she has them on, the warmth of her body will soon remove any small creases."

"Thank you, but I doubt I would notice even if there were any."

"Probably not, I'm sure you'll have other things on your mind at that time."

Just then we heard the curtains being drawn back and Ros returned. "You're quite right, as always Moira, everything fits just perfectly. I only wish I could take them all - but, I'll take these please."

I noticed that both the teddy and camisole were included in what she'd chosen, along with a silky, dusky pink set of bra, french panties and full-length slip that I especially liked the thought of seeing her in. As Moira took the things and went to wrap them Ros gave me a quick kiss.

"What's that for?"

"For being a gorgeous male. It's not every man who'd give up a day on the beach to go shopping with a woman."

"But then not every man is invited to a lingerie shop by a very sexy woman." I answered, returning her kiss with one that was a good bit stronger and which made her put her arms around me, and the ensuing, increasingly passionate clinch went on until we were interrupted by Moira coming back again.

"Sorry to spoil the fun folks! Sexy underwear in the shop is one thing, sexy activity is quite another, I'm not sure I'm licensed for that." she said, grinning broadly when she saw our embarrassed looks as we broke apart. "So, what's on your agenda for the rest of the day? Or shouldn't I ask that?" she added when she saw Ros and I quickly exchanging furtive glances.

"It's not a day off for me, I have to get back to work this evening Moira, so, lunch, then, well, we'll see. Maybe a movie Rob?"

"Maybe." I answered fairly unenthusiastically, and the tone in my voice brought a deep-throated chuckle from Moira, then she went back behind the counter, felt around beneath it and handed something to Ros.

"Be our guests." Then turning to me she gave me a quick peck on the cheek and said. "I really hope I'll be seeing you again Rob, and please remember what I said." Then as we turned to leave. "Have fun kids!"

When we were outside I naturally enough asked Ros what Moira had given her. "I'll tell you over lunch, I don't know about you but I'm famished." Then taking my hand she added. "I know a nice little place, not too expensive and as it's not far to walk we can leave your car here.

By the way, what did Moira mean, when she asked you to remember what she'd said?"

I grinned and repeated her own words back to her. "I'll tell you over lunch."

The restaurant was, as Ros had said, nice and not too expensive, specialising in Italian dishes, which had always been a favourite of mine. Having ordered a glass of wine to drink while we scanned the menu, we placed our orders, then relaxed.

"It must make a change being on, shall I say, this side of the counter Ros."

"Yes it's nice being the customer. Though it's sometimes hard not to make comparisons, particularly when the service is bad. But they're always nice here, friendly efficiency, that's what I like to aim for."

My response triggered a warm smile and made her dark eyes sparkle happily. "You've certainly been more than friendly to me - and I've always found your service extremely efficient."

"Ah but then you've proved to be a rather special customer."

"Are you referring to the size of the tip?"

"Tip, shaft, balls, the whole package." she answered with a quiet giggle. Then after a brief pause, adding in a more serious tone. "Even more importantly, you're a really nice guy Rob."

"Yes we do get on well together don't we. That is, when we're not simply clawing each other's clothes off."

"You'd better not try clawing at the things I've just bought, they're not made to take that kind of treatment."

"They will receive as much consideration as I'm able to muster, but given that the sight of you wearing them will probably turn me into a drooling monster, I won't be able to accept full responsibility for any damage incurred."

"You do like what I've bought? You're not just saying you do? To please me I mean."

"No Ros, I think they're absolutely stunning, each one of them. And I'm sure Mandy will too, and being female, she'll also be green with envy."

"I was certainly keeping in mind what I thought she would like but it was your reaction I was really thinking about. Though if it had been for just you and I - and if I'd had enough money, there were a couple of other things I'd have bought." she said wistfully and I thought about producing the small package in my pocket but just then the waiter brought our lunch and the momentary opportunity passed.

We ate in silence for a while, then when the edge had been taken off our hunger and we began to eat more slowly we chatted about general things. I'd noticed the couple at a table off to one side of the restaurant, they'd come in some time after we had and although the girl was extremely attractive it was the man, or rather his behaviour that had caught my attention. Nervous, almost furtive. I'd seen how his eyes scanned the restaurant, as though looking for someone, but with a look that indicated the last thing he wanted was to actually see them there. Then he'd refused the first table offered, pointing to the one off to the side, which was partially hidden by a decorative plant. Even then, it was impossible to miss the way he kept looking around, as though checking that he hadn't missed noticing someone that he didn't want to see - or, as I guessed, that he didn't want to be seen by.

"Have you noticed the boss and secretary Ros?" I asked quietly.

Her eyes flicked to the side and then back to mine and she smiled. "Yes, edgy isn't he."

"You'd think he'd be too busy getting the girl ready for the proposition he's going to make to be worried about anything else."

"Maybe he's already made it, and lunch first was part of the deal."

"Could be. But he's so worried it hardly seems worth the effort."

"Maybe she's really good, or he's really smitten by her, she's quite stunning isn't she."

"I suppose so, in a rather superficial way."

"I bet you wouldn't say no, if she made you an offer."

"I certainly would, well at the moment anyway." I answered with a grin. "I'm very happy with what I've already got, and certainly couldn't handle any more."

"Ah but what about their situation, doesn't that make you a bit envious?"

"What situation, hiding in corners in case someone sees them?"

"No! That he's presumably got somewhere to take her, maybe he's booked a motel room. What could be nicer after a good lunch, than taking her to bed."

"Taking you to bed. That would be much nicer, for me I mean."

"Really, you fancy that do you?" she asked with a cheeky grin.

"I fancy you just about all the time. But right now, well, let's just say, although my cock's been going up and down all morning, for the last half hour or so it's been rock solid.

How about you?"

"Apart from anything else about you, and there's plenty, I've been wanting to feel you inside me since breakfast. I got really wet at Moira's, while I was trying the things on for size I imagined you standing there, watching me, getting excited. And right now, to put it crudely, I'm as horny as hell!" Then with a mischievous gleam in her eye added cryptically as she reached down for her bag. "And fortunately there's something we can do about it." Then, having found what she was searching for, said as she placed it on the table. "Look what I've got!"

It was a key case and her eyes sparkled as she watched the expression of confusion appearing on my face. "Moira's flat." she explained in a whisper. "Bill's at work, Moira's in the shop, they have a spare bed-room, with a double bed in it. Are you interested?"

"Let's see how efficient this place is at getting our bill ready, then I'll show how interested I am, you clever, clever lady!" I responded excitedly, the unexpected thought of having a bed to ourselves for a while, stirring up all the unsatisfied appetites that the events of the morning had aroused.

When the waiter saw how anxious we were to go he responded as efficiently as I'd hoped he would, making me wonder how many times a week he saw couples who suddenly wanted to rush off somewhere together. As we had to pass the boss and secretary on our way out I couldn't resist pausing beside them and as he looked up to see why, saying quietly. "Have fun, we're going to!" Hoping for the girl's sake that my brief comment didn't completely destroy his fragile libido.