0 comments/ 9350 views/ 0 favorites Rider Ch. 14-17 By: TonyDowse Chapter 14 And Night When Mandy returned from the bath-room the sight of Ros calmly relaxing in her unusual face-mask brought on a brief fit of the giggles, then turning to me, said. 'she's marvellous, isn't she.' 'In more ways than one.' I agreed. 'I'm so glad you gave me the opportunity to get to know her, I don't just mean sexually, but as a person too. I'm sure we're going to be good friends.' 'I'm sure we are too.' Ros mumbled through clenched teeth and barely moving lips. 'Very special friends.' Mandy's sudden flush and almost shy smile told me she understood the full implications of what Ros had said. 'It's nice to know that neither of you will miss me then, I mean, when I have to go home.' 'Of course we'll miss you!' Mandy exclaimed. 'If it hadn't been for you we probably wouldn't have met, and neither of us can do for each other what you can.' 'Oh you'll soon find another cock to replace this one.' I answered, putting a note of petulance into my voice. 'I think that's enough beauty treatment for now.' Ros said as she finally got up and went towards the bath-room, turning to Mandy and adding. 'Don't take any notice of him, he's putting on his martyr's act. He knows very well that it's not just his cock that we like, he's just looking for a bit of feminine sympathy.' 'Can't blame a bloke for trying.' I replied as she disappeared round the corner. When she reappeared a little later she was fully dressed and in answer to my look of surprise she said. 'I'm going to leave you two together now, get home to my lonely bed and get some sleep.' Neither of our protests succeeded in changing her mind and after a couple of massive hugs and a whispered - 'Call me tomorrow' - in my ear, she slipped out and closed the door quietly behind herself. 'Did you know she was going to leave so soon?' Mandy asked. 'No. As I said, we hadn't actually planned anything, including whether or not she was staying the night.' 'Can I then?' 'Stay the night you mean? 'How about your parents, and Sandra's?' 'Because we'd be so late getting back from the concert I told Mum and Dad I'd stay over at Sandra's place tonight. Sandra's parents would probably sleep through a cyclone and she's going to leave her bed-room window open for me. So, as long as I get back there early enough there'll be no problems. You'll drive me over there won't you? I told you, I'd really love to actually go to bed with you, properly I mean, and this may be the only chance we'll get.' The combination of the plans she'd obviously already made and her almost pleading enthusiasm fired my own excitement and apart from anything else that we might experience, I liked the idea of just holding her lithe, supple body in my arms as I fell asleep. 'It sounds as though you've thought of everything.' 'I've been thinking of hardly anything else Rob. You're not going to disappoint me, are you?' 'No, of course not.' I answered and when she heard that she literally flung herself into my arms, moulding herself to my body and smothering my face with kisses. In time we disentangled and I suggested that as I needed a bit more recovery time before I'd be able to come up to her expectations and as we'd both got rather sweaty during the previous couple of hours, we'd both feel better after a proper shower. She agreed, immediately thinking I meant for us to have it together, as we had at my aunt's place. I tried to convince that as it was still too soon after the orgasms I'd already had, we should give ourselves a bit of a rest and take them separately. 'That's just being silly.' she answered. 'It makes out that I'm only interested in one thing, and I'm not, well anyway, not quite.' she added with a cheeky grin. 'I don't expect us to fuck every time we kiss or touch each other. Anyway, what better way of rearousing, your interest? That's how you described it earlier, isn't it? What better way than being close, and what better way of doing that than by washing each other?' Again she left me with no argument, and, remembering what had happened only a few days before, when we'd showered together at my aunt's place, I had to admit to myself that the mere thought of running my hands over her soapy body - and having hers running over mine - was in itself already, if only faintly, rearousing my interest. 'O.K. you're right. But I need a piss first.' I said, turning and heading for the bath-room. I stood waiting for the flow to start, not realising that she'd followed me and was standing right behind me, so naturally enough I was startled to suddenly hear her voice. 'Do you mind if I hold you while you do it?' she said nervously as she moved beside me and reached down, her hand closing over mine. Her eyes had a strange, almost bewildered look, as though she was both confused and worried by what was going through her mind, that she couldn't understand what was making her want to do what she did. I didn't say anything, just nodded and slipped my hand from underneath hers, feeling her fingers closing tentatively around my cock. She looked down at it, then briefly up into my eyes, then back down again as we both waited for it to start. When it finally did I glanced sideways and saw a tense, almost grim smile on her face as she concentrated on directing the stream down into the bowl. Having no control of where I pissed felt strange, strange but also exciting, and as the flow reached full force I felt her fingers tighten a little, increasing the strength of those unusual thrills. Looking up again I saw that her face had become flushed and when our eyes met briefly, that they were glittering, the colour suffusing her face accentuating their brilliance. Her grip tightened a little more as she brought the other hand up, and while one continued directing the stream, the second began to slip lightly up and down the shaft. The sensations were completely different to any I'd previously experienced, and even while the piss was flowing at full force, my cock was starting to react. So when the stream eased and then finally stopped I felt disappointed that I hadn't been able to keep it going so I could experience those unusual feelings longer. She shook the last few drops off then continued holding it as she looked up at me. 'You don't think I'm weird for wanting to do that, do you?' 'Of course not. It felt nice, I was starting to get aroused.' 'Did it? Were you really?' she asked in an immediately much brighter voice. 'Yes.' 'Oh I'm so glad. I didn't understand why I wanted to do it, but in a funny sort of way just the thought of doing it was exciting.' 'Have you felt like that when you've seen Champ pissing?' I asked and saw an ashamed, almost guilty expression flit across her face before she gave a whispered answer. 'Sometimes.' 'You shouldn't feel guilty about that, and I certainly can't compete with him.' I added with a chuckle that was rewarded with a shy, hesitant smile. 'Although I sometimes get a funny feeling when I watch him I'd never want to actually touch him while he's doing it, but for some reason, I just had to hold you. But now I need to go too.' she added in a lower tone. 'Well I can't help you the way you helped me, but I'm going to stay right here while you do it.' I replied, noticing the sparkle that immediately brought to her eyes. She slipped out of the bath-robe and kicked it into the corner then lowered the toilet seat and as she sat, spread her knees wide apart, giving me a view down between her legs. Of course I couldn't actually see anything but as the hissing sound began I imagined I could, and found the mere fact that she was letting me, wanting me to stand there as she did it, was almost as exciting as it had been having her hold me while I did. When she'd finished and reached for the toilet paper she looked down at my cock. 'Have you noticed what's been going on down there?' she asked, giving me her familiar, cheeky grin. I looked down to see what she meant and was amazed to see that in spite of the pounding it had already taken that evening it was showing distinct signs of what we had both referred to as, interest. 'It certainly seems as though there's a bit of life left in it.' 'I never doubted there was.' she replied confidently. 'I felt sure it just needed the right sort of encouragement. And I'm also sure that a shower will work even greater wonders.' 'So what are we waiting for.' I said as I went and turned on the water. 'Who's waiting.' she replied as she joined me beneath the hot spray and reached for the soap. Then we took it in turns to wash each other, taking our time, using the lather as an excuse to fondle and probe each curve and crease. Although my cock continued to show signs of growing interest it was still far from being able to perform, but I could tell from Mandy's increasingly passionate reactions whenever my fingers slipped down between her legs that she was more than ready for whatever I could do for her. 'She really is insatiable!'. I thought, as I took her in my arms, moved us into a corner that was out of the direct line of the hot spray and went down on my knees in front of her. 'Put your foot up on my shoulder Mandy.' I said as I slipped one arm around her, steadying her by gripping her bottom while slipping the other up between her thighs. Using just the finger-tips I parted the matted hair covering her sex and turning my hand palm upwards, slid two fingers up between its outer lips, brushing my thumb lightly back and forth across the pleasure bud above it. The hissing sound that escaped from between her teeth, the tremors I felt running through her and the way her foot pressed more heavily down on my shoulder all told me how much I was exciting her and when a little later I bent lower, pressed my face between her thighs and replaced my thumb with my tongue, they immediately grew even stronger. As I licked and every now and then sucked her quickly engorging clitoris I pushed the two fingers steadily higher, until they were probing deep inside her pussy, then curling and dragging them over the sensitive inner lining each time I pulled them back out. Even if I hadn't been able to feel her other reactions the strengthening scent of her arousal would have told me just how excited she was getting. And I found that the feel and smell of her responses were in turn exciting me, and that my cock was responding strongly. Her climax wasn't earth-shattering, but I got the feeling that because it was so unexpected it was all the more satisfying for her and we stayed cuddling each other beneath the spray for a while before stepping out and drying each other off. As we'd held each other close she must have felt the thickened length of my cock pressing against her thigh and when she kneeled to dry my legs she looked up and with an excited sparkle in her eyes as she gently patted me dry. 'Luckily he's almost as insatiable as I am.' When we were finished she asked what I'd like her to wear to bed, and grinned cheekily when I answered as I pulled back the covers. 'Just your skin.' We slid between the cool sheets and for a few minutes simply cuddled, for both warmth and the sheer pleasure of it. But as our bodies moulded to each other's the warmth gradually turned to heat and slow, almost absentminded caresses became more insistently purposeful. I slid one hand up the curve of her back, my fingers combing through her still slightly damp hair and pulled her head close so I could kiss her, stroking the back of her neck and shoulders as her lips and tongue instantly responded. As the kiss continued on and I held her tighter she must have realised that it was no longer just my thigh that she could feel pressing against her, my cock was once again stiffening. As it grew I let my hands move slowly over her body, stroking, caressing, taking my time, enjoying the feel of her skin as much as I thrilled to her hands on mine. And then, some time later, I lifted myself above her and slid smoothly inside her. For a while we just lay there like that, quite still, enjoying the sense of oneness that it gave both of us. But it wasn't long before I felt the unmistakable signs of her pussy responding as the stiffened length continued to grow, getting bigger, inching deeper, gradually filling it. Then I heard her give a deep, contented sigh as I began to slowly move in and out of her. It was a sweet and tender love-making, not culminating in a mighty climax that left us both gasping and exhausted as those earlier in the evening had done. Instead of that I was able to give her several smaller, gentler peaks that as one merged with the next, seemed more like a single, undulating event that rolled on and on. Somehow, perhaps because my reserves were so low, whether or not I climaxed myself seemed completely unimportant and maybe because I felt under no such pressure most of the pleasure and satisfaction I was getting flowed from what I knew I was giving her. But, when her mild protests assured me her body was then totally satisfied I finally felt the distinctive signs of a welling deep inside myself and then, almost as an afterthought to our love-making, I came. It was rather like hers had been, a series of small yet deeply satisfying spurts that finally relaxed every fibre in my body and, as we remained locked together, each savouring the sensations we had shared, we fell asleep in each other's arms. I've no idea what actually woke me, maybe Mandy made some sudden move in her sleep, maybe it was merely the start of the growth of the involuntary erection, but when I saw through sleep-filled eyes that it was only two thirty I was about to ignore what was happening down between my legs and snuggle straight back down again. But something made me turn back the sheet and look down at her. Neither of us had remembered to turn out the light in the bath-room and though it provided only a little reflected light that was more than enough. She lay on her side, her head turned away from me, the top half of her uncovered and while one arm was tucked underneath her, the other lay loosely across her rib cage, as though to provide support for her breasts. As I pulled the sheet lower she moved, half turning towards me, one leg shifting away from the other, almost as though she wanted to display herself for me. I watched her breasts slowly rising and falling with each breath and thoughts of immediately returning to sleep vanished. Moving further down the bed I carefully spread her legs further apart and cautiously reached up, resting one hand lightly on the warm curve of her stomach. She was sleeping so deeply she barely stirred, even when I let my hand drift slowly lower, trailing my fingers down across her belly, into and through her pubic hair and on down the warmer, silkier skin on the inside of her thigh. As I grew more confident of not waking her I eased myself closer and while one hand continued slowly tracing patterns up and down between her thighs I reached up and touched her breasts, at first lightly brushing them with just the tips of my fingers. Keeping to feather-light movements I glanced up at her face from time to time, watching for any sign that she might be waking, but though she occasionally gave a low sigh I could tell she slept on and so continued to see how far I could go without actually waking her up. Her nipples quickly responded to my gentle caresses, stiffening as I let the fingers of one hand drift over and around them. When the fingers of the other finally slipped across the outer folds of her pussy she gave a deeper sigh and as I ran them slowly and very lightly up and down the already slightly moistened furrow she stirred again, but still slept on. As I very gradually increased the pressure behind my caresses her sighs turned to low murmurs of subconscious pleasure and although I could tell she was still sound asleep, as though to make it easier for me to continue she rolled over on to her back, spreading her legs wider apart. Taking advantage of that opportunity I eased myself into a kneeling position between her thighs and, bending low, as I slipped one finger up between her pussy-lips, began to lightly tease the sensitive flesh above them with the tip of my tongue. Her body shuddered and she gave a muffled grunt as that took her to the next level of arousal and glancing up I saw that although still asleep, her eyes were darting about beneath their still closed lids. She was dreaming - and for a moment I wondered if hers was anywhere near as lascivious as some of those I'd had. But if I'd thought I could actually take her all the way to orgasm without waking her I was mistaken, not long after that, as I felt the swollen ridge rising beneath my tongue she gave a sharp cry and when I looked up again I saw that this time her eyes were wide open, the look on her face reflecting her confusion. Then, as though suddenly realising that what she was feeling was not a dream but reality, she looked down and saw me. Whatever she was about to say was cut short by a gasp of even stronger pleasure as she felt my finger probing deep inside her pussy-lips and my tongue swirling over the quickly rising nub of her clitoris. As she came fully awake and remembered where and with whom she was she gave a deep sigh of contented pleasure. 'Aaah, yes! That's lovely Rob, please don't stop.' I had no intention of stopping, I could tell from her almost lazy reactions to what I was doing for her that she was savouring every second, relishing the powerful sensations coursing through her body. But what I'd been doing as she slept had obviously already worked her closer to a climax than I'd realised and it wasn't long before I felt her reacting as it welled up inside her. It was nowhere near as explosive as those she'd experienced earlier but she moaned and grunted as the waves of pleasure rippled through her, her body shuddering with delight. Even before she was completely finished she pulled herself up, turned, then slid back down the bed until her face was level with my crotch, where she found my already fully erect cock. Making herself comfortable, she held the shaft in one hand, reached beneath it to cup my balls with the other, and slipped her lips over the swollen cock-head. Giving a low groan of pleasure as I felt her lips slide moistly down over the rim, I shifted myself around so we formed a classic sixty-nine position, and slipping one hand around to grip her bottom, I once again set my tongue to work on her pussy. When I began to tentatively push my cock between her eagerly sucking lips she opened her mouth wider so she could take it deeper, at the same time sliding one hand up between my legs and gently fondling my balls. As even stronger waves of pleasure coursed up through my body I closed the loop of our mutual excitement by pushing my fingers into the cleft between the cheeks of her bottom, and thrusting my stiffened tongue in and out of her pussy. There was an overwhelming smell of sexual arousal in the air, which magnified the effects of the physical stimulation we were giving each other. What her fingers and lips were doing to me were making my balls ache and my cock throb, and from the way Mandy was writhing and gurgling I could tell she was quickly building up to yet another orgasm. Replacing my tongue with two fingers I began to flick the hardened ridge of her clitoris, and felt her sucking my cock even harder as she almost immediately started to climax. A minute or two later I felt the unmistakable signs of my own approaching, and although I tried to hold myself back until she had finished hers, the combination of what her mouth and hands were doing to me was just too strong. I thought the first load would choke her, but she somehow managed to swallow it, catch her breath, then pumped and sucked me as hard as she could. Rider Ch. 14-17 We continued long after it was obvious that we had completely drained each other, finally rolling apart to lie totally sated beside each other for a while, then shifted closer again and after a long, sexy kiss, slipped back into sleep. * Chapter 15 Our Fantasy Guessing that we'd both sleep deeply, and wanting to make sure I got Mandy back to her friend's house before daylight, I had made sure the alarm was set. But in fact it wasn't its insistent buzzing that woke me a few hours later, it was Mandy, kneeling between my legs, trying to do to me what I had earlier done to her. If she had told me what she was planning to do before we had gone to sleep I would probably have told her that given the number of climaxes I'd already had, she shouldn't bother, or at least not to be disappointed if I didn't respond. Perhaps the few hours sleep had been enough to revitalise me, perhaps I had subconsciously been aware of her body lying alongside mine, or perhaps it was simply the skilful way her hands and lips were stimulating me. Whatever it was I had to thank, I felt my cock responding far more strongly than I would have thought possible. When she felt it firming, then quickly rising, she lifted her head and I found myself staring down into those sparkling blue pools. 'I knew my stallion wouldn't let me down, especially when I had been looking forward so much to this particular ride.' Remembering what she had said when he had first talked about each other's fantasies I guessed what she had in mind and just lay there, letting her continue ministering to my cock. She had said that one of her fantasies was to spend a night with me. '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!' Without intention I had fulfilled the first part, now she was satisfying the other for herself. She stroked and licked it, and as it got steadily bigger and stiffer, pumped it and sucked it, until she was finally satisfied with its size and hardness. 'Now close your eyes, and let's see if we can share a fantasy.' she said quietly as she lifted herself up on to her knees and straddled me. 'You know which one.' I did as she'd asked and closed my eyes. As I did that I immediately recalled the fantasy I had told her about, how I'd fantasised about being powerless, while she rode me, rode me the way she rode Champ. 'I have had you strapped on to the back of my horse.' she said in a hoarse whisper. 'Your arms are tied down to his forelegs, your legs to his hind legs, so you can't move. Your thighs are my saddle, your cock, its pommel.' she explained as she settled down so my cock was pressed up against her pubis and belly. The picture she had painted for me became reality, I could not only feel the weight of her pressing down on me, but also the heat and strength of the animal beneath me. With my arms and legs strapped down the way they were, I was powerless, under her complete control. She began to move with a slow, easy rhythm, her pubic hair and the soft swell of her stomach brushing against my cock-head as she moved up and down. 'We're walking down across the beach towards the sea, the sand is very soft here so we're taking it carefully. But even though I'm concentrating on guiding Champ through this tricky part, I'm still very conscious of the feel your cock rubbing against me, and that's starting to get me excited.' She rode me in silence for a few minutes, the regularity of her movements increased my own excitement, each one sending a fresh surge of blood up into my cock, making it throb and quiver. 'I'm going to tell you something nobody else knows.' she said in a more conspiratorial voice. 'Sometimes I wear a skirt instead of jodhpurs, and, when I'm sure there's nobody else about, I take my panties off, so I can feel the saddle pressing against my pussy. And when I've got myself really worked up, I move forward, so my clit rubs against the pommel. Like this.' she added as she eased forward, pressing herself more firmly against the base of my rearing shaft. In my imagination I could see the blue sky above us, hear the sound of the sea. I could feel the movement of the horse beneath me, and also the reality of her belly pressing firmly against the throbbing hardness of my cock. A couple of minutes later her voice broke through the dream-like haze I had entered. 'But what I wish I could do, but can't because of its shape, is get the pommel up inside me. Like this.' she said, taking a firm grip of my cock, lifting herself higher, then pushing herself down on to it. She was already so incredibly wet that the feel of her pussy slipping down over my cock-head sent waves of delight coursing through me and I couldn't suppress a low moan of pleasure as she sank lower. She paused for a moment, then forced an even louder groan from me as, with a long, satisfied sigh, she drove herself all the way down. Once settled, her knees gripped me more tightly and then she began to move up and down quite quickly. 'Now we're on to the harder sand we can canter.' she said in such a quiet voice that I wasn't sure if she was talking to me, or just to herself. 'Champ likes to get right down to the edge of the water, splashing me when he goes through the bigger waves.' For a moment I thought I could hear the drumming of the horse's hooves, then realised that it was actually the sound of blood pounding through my veins as she jigged up and down. The temptation to open my eyes, see the look on her face was strong, but the power of my fantasy was even stronger. I was completely helpless, at the mercy of the sexual whims and needs of the girl riding me, to her I was nothing but a body with a cock, or rather, a saddle with a conveniently shaped pommel. It was as if she had read my mind, or at least the script of my fantasy, but from the tone in her voice I was then quite sure she was speaking to herself. 'This is a much better saddle than my usual one. I just hope it's sturdy enough and not going to let me down before I finish my ride.' Riding at a canter meant that each rise and fall was quite short, and with my cock-head embedded so deeply inside her there was actually very little friction on it. But, because her pussy was clamped so tightly around the shaft, each movement made it feel as though my cock was being worked on by a suction pump. I could feel its effect working deep inside me, a slowly growing pressure as semen began to pool and churn. But in my imagination I had by then become both saddle and horse, and had to obey and satisfy my rider. So, pushing the feelings generated by the rising pressure out of my mind I set my sights on the beach ahead of us, concentrating on the far headland. Reaching it became my goal, doing so without letting her down, my sole objective. After a little while I realised that in addition to the sound of the wind, and the surf breaking beneath my drumming hooves, there was another. It took me a few moments to isolate it, then I recognised what it was, my rider had started panting. 'I think you want me to give you your head now Champ, don't you.' she said breathlessly, then leaned forward and urged me on with throat clicks and gripping knees, my canter turning to a gallop as I began to race for the headland. She felt virtually weightless but I could feel her hands pressing down on my shoulders, her knees gripping me tight and her body keeping time with the rhythm of my gallop. Then, as sometimes happens in dreams, for one brief moment I was looking down at us. I saw myself galloping hard, as though for my very life, my ears laid back, eyes bulging, nostrils flared. The girl, riding me with just hands and heels, bent forward over my neck, her eyes glazed, her mouth stretched wide open in a silent scream. I could even see into the space between her legs, where we were joined together, watch my saddle's massive protuberance ramming up into her with each stride. Although I was using every ounce of energy to gallop as fast as I could, in some part of my brain I was still aware what was happening to that part of me. The pommel seemed to have come alive, to have grown even bigger. It felt hot, and was throbbing and jerking as it tried to thrust itself even deeper inside the rider. The rhythm of her movements seemed to have changed too, no longer matching my gallop, getting faster, as though driven by some inner beat, the sounds she was making turning to louder, more guttural gasps. In some almost disconnected part of my brain, I seemed to understand the significance of that change, but as it had little to do with my immediate purpose I used all my strength, and will to concentrate on increasing my speed over the sand. I saw the headland coming rapidly closer, resolving into individual rocks and boulders and felt a rapidly mounting excitement, I was going to achieve my goal, please my mistress. We were almost there when I felt a massive surge of power course through my body, then heard what for a moment I thought was the screeching of seagulls wheeling above us. But I quickly realised the sounds were actually coming from my rider. A split second later I felt another, even stronger surge of power. That one seemed to drain energy from every part of my body, boosting and focusing it, then literally exploding from the point where our bodies met. But I had no time to think about what was happening because it was immediately followed by another, then another and yet another. And as my body was wracked by those explosive forces the rocks and boulders disintegrated in a violent blaze of light. Then I realised I could no longer feel the ground beneath my hooves, I found I was flying, flying high above the beach, soaring over where the headland had been. I don't know how long I remained in that ecstatic daze. I was vaguely aware of our gasping breaths, of Mandy's weight on my legs, but felt so completely drained, exhausted, that even if the room had burst into flames I felt sure I would have been unable to move. Sometime later she muttered something, and I reluctantly dragged myself up into consciousness. 'Sorry, what did you say?' 'That was absolutely fantastic! The best yet. I slipped right into my fantasy, did you?' 'I certainly did.' 'I thought so. You were incredible! You've never felt so big, or so powerful. And I'm sure even Champ wouldn't have come as strongly as you did. I must have a bucketful inside me.' she added in a nervous whisper as she bent forward, then gave me a long, passionate kiss. All I wanted to do was sleep, but just then the sound of the alarm clock brought us both to our senses and as I stumbled about looking for something to wear, Mandy went into the bath-room. I hoped she made sure she washed herself sufficiently thoroughly to remove from her body the smell of our sexual activity that seemed to be pervading the entire room. By the time she had checked to make sure she had everything I had managed to come to enough to take her down to the car. Then as I drove her through the deserted streets she reached across and ran her fingers through my still tousled hair. 'That was the most fabulous night Rob. I'll probably never experience anything like that ever again, so I'm very grateful to you and Ros for giving me the experience.' 'It was a shared experience Mandy, you gave us just as much as we gave you, remember that.' 'Well in fact you gave us a bit more than either of us gave you. At least he did.' she added, dropping her hand down to my crotch. 'He was very generous, especially that last time.' 'I'm amazed I managed to even come, given the way the two of you seemed determined to drain me earlier. Anyway, I doubt there's a single drop left in me now.' 'Just eat some steak today and get a good night's sleep, then you'll be fine for Ros's lingerie show Monday night.' 'She told you about that?' 'Of course, it made me very envious. But then she let me have you all to myself for a while, so it's only fair she should have her turn.' Just then we arrived at the point from where Mandy had said she'd be able to reach the back of her friend's house and after a quick kiss, she got out and hurried away through the darkness. As I drove back to the motel the sky to the East was showing the first, very faint signs of the new day but after the events of the night I needed much more rest, so when I got back up to my room I put the 'Do not disturb' sign on my door, stripped off, climbed back into bed and as the warmth of my body released the residual scent of Mandy, I quickly fell asleep. * Chapter 16 A Day of Rest, and Thoughts I hadn't realised just how much I needed that recuperation time and when I woke again was surprised to see that I'd slept right through most of the morning, but less surprised to find that by then I was absolutely famished. After a quick shower I went down to the cafe I'd eaten at the previous day, where, remembering what Mandy had suggested, I ordered the largest steak they had. Later, feeling positively bloated, I headed for the beach and lay in the sun for a while. As I lay there I recalled the events of the night, it had been a fantastic time, almost unbelievably so, a night I felt sure I would remember for the rest of my life. But although there were so many exciting things to remember, I found myself returning again and again to what I had experienced during my fantasy. It had been so real, I had actually lived the part of the horse, and saddle. Even so many hours later, and in broad daylight the memory was still strong, and even though I could feel the heat of sun on my body, I felt a shiver run through me. Maybe my body needed more time to recharge its batteries and over-ruled my brain, I must have fallen into a light sleep, waking a couple of hours later and taking a quick swim before returning to the motel. Being Sunday the motel had only a couple of other people staying there so, apart from Ros, the dining-room was empty when I went down for dinner. She gave me a broad grin and asked me how I was feeling. 'Better now than I was at four o'clock this morning, when I drove Mandy to her friend's place. I didn't know you were going to leave us alone like that.' 'It seemed fairer that way, for both of you. Threesomes are fun, but I thought that if I stayed we might have got a bit too demanding, even for you. Anyway, we'll have tomorrow night to ourselves. If you've fully recovered by then.' she added with a cheeky grin, a grin that faded, to be replaced by an expression of almost lustful anticipation when I quietly replied. 'Remind me to ask your opinion about that on Tuesday morning.' I spent the evening in the most boring way imaginable, watching TV, or at least ostensibly doing so. In fact I was letting my mind trawl through the many thoughts that had been prompted by the almost surrealistically bizarre events of the week. Being one of Ros's day's off there was a new face serving in the dining-room when I went down for breakfast the following morning. She was younger, not much older than Mandy, homely rather than attractive, but very pleasant and almost as efficient at her job as Ros herself. As I was the only person down at that stage we naturally chatted, initially about the weather and then she said how sorry she'd been to hear about my aunt's death. 'You knew her?' I asked in a surprised tone of voice. 'Of course, it's only a small town, everyone knows everyone else here.' 'And what they're getting up to as well I suppose.' I answered without really thinking. 'Oh especially what they're getting up to, and who with.' she responded instantly. 'So I've heard.' I said, suddenly wishing I'd never made the smart remark. 'After all there's not that much to do around here, so anyone who actually gets up to something provides the rest of us with a bit of excitement, even if it's only, well, sort of second-hand.' Curious to find out if my apprehension was only in my imagination I asked. 'I see, and is there much going on, at the moment I mean?' She didn't really need to answer, her sudden blush spoke quite eloquently, but she did and did her best to be diplomatic about it. 'Well there are stories going around, but there's nothing definite of course. A visitor seems to have got one of our ladies in quite a tizz.' I was relieved to hear the words 'one' and 'ladies'. I didn't really mind the rumour mills grinding away about Ros and I, but Mandy, that would have been an entirely different problem. 'I see, and what's the feeling about whatever it is that's supposed to be going on?' 'Oh great! Everyone thinks it would be marvellous if they got together, you know, well, permanently. She's a lovely person and I understand that up to now she's had a pretty tough time. And they say he's really nice too. Though of course I don't know him myself.' she added as a sudden after-thought, before conveniently remembering something she had to do and scurrying off to the kitchen. Her comment gave me real food for thought, Ros and I, permanently? Had the locals spotted something that neither of us had ourselves? Then, remembering the especially tender looks I'd caught Ros giving me from time to time, I wondered if, as is often said, the one closest to what's going on is the last to find out what is actually happening. Had there been more than just good times and very good sex between us? Had she started falling, maybe just a little bit in love with me? Had I, unknowingly fallen a bit in love with her? And if I had, how did I feel about it? I finished breakfast in silence and the girl, undoubtedly realising she'd said more than she needed to, seemed relieved that I did. Afterwards, remembering that I'd promised to take some wine with me that evening I decided to use that as an excuse to go for a drive to the nearby town, where there would be a better selection to choose from. The trip would give me time and space to think, to think about Ros and I, and what the implications of a deeper relationship between us would mean, to us both. There was no doubt that I was more deeply attracted to Ros than I had been to any other woman I'd ever known, but was that just physical attraction I wondered as I drove out of town, taking, as Ros and I had done, the slower, less busy route. Naturally enough I found myself remembering how she had looked as she settled back in the seat beside me, the wind blowing her thick, dark hair about her face, the relaxed cheery smile on her face, and of course the lush swell of her breasts and the outline of her thighs beneath the fold of her skirt. I recalled the happiness in her voice when, after a period of silence she'd said - 'Simply lovely isn't it. It's days like today that I'm really glad to be alive.' - and then the thoughts I'd often had, about how easily we were getting on with each other, at every level, not merely sexually. Then for some reason I remembered something that had happened on the return trip. I'd made some comment about how much I enjoyed being with her. She'd turned towards me and given me a strange look, there was happy, surprised pleasure in her smile - but the look in her eyes gave me the impression that she somehow understood something I wasn't even aware of. She'd asked me why I felt that way and under her steady, searching gaze I'd mumbled something completely inadequate in reply. She'd made no immediate comment but a few seconds later she turned and said that she understood, and that what I'd said made her happy. She'd said it made her happy to hear me say I wanted to be with her, was that perhaps an indication of her depth of feelings for me? Before long I found myself wondering how she'd cope in the city, how she'd fit into my life, how my friends would feel about her. Although she was a few years older I didn't think she'd have many problems, her vivacity and candour would both go down well in my social circle. Rider Ch. 14-17 Then I realised that was being purely selfish, perhaps she would expect me to be the one to change, to join her in the country. Could I do that? What sort of work could I do? I put those difficult thoughts to one side for a while and concentrated on things at a purely personal level. Was what I was feeling love, or merely a complex form of lust? Certainly I lusted after her, constantly. In fact the thought became the deed and almost before the vision of her naked body had finished taking shape inside my head I felt my cock twitching in anticipation. But doing my best to push those images and reactions to one side I tried to separate the other feelings I had for her, and felt sure that in spite of the ridiculously brief time we'd known each other, they were very deep and could well turn out to be long-lasting. Suddenly the thought struck me that again all I was doing was seeing things from my own point of view. How did Ros really feel, about me? I was sure she was equally attracted to me physically, there was no doubt about that. But were her other feelings as deep as I thought mine were for her? Was I reading too much into a few affectionate smiles and the occasional brief comment? I struggled with each of those ideas during the rest of the trip and hadn't really resolved any of them by the time I drove through the outskirts of the town. Other than looking for somewhere to buy the wine I hadn't really considered what else I'd do while I was there but, as I followed the same route Ros had directed me to take, I thought of the shop and Moira. Moira, would a talk to her help me arrive at some answers? As I had absolutely nothing to lose I headed for the area where I had parked the previous time, then made for the shop. As I entered I saw that Moira was serving another customer and was about to turn and try again later when she looked up, recognised me and called out that I should take a seat for a few minutes. Being in a shop like that on my own actually made me feel a bit of a fool, especially as I was only there for advice. But that gave me another thought and when a little later the other woman left and Moira came to greet me I knew how I was going to go about things. 'How nice to see you again so soon.' she said. 'How's Ros?' 'She's fine, we're having dinner together tonight. And I wanted to buy her a present, something rather special.' I added. 'That's very sweet of you. At first I thought you'd returned because there was something wrong with the undies you bought her the other day.' 'Oh no, they're beautiful.' Then, feeling colour rising to my face for some stupid reason added. 'Not that I've seen them properly of course.' 'She's probably keeping them for a special date then - maybe tonight.' 'Yes, perhaps. But about the present.' 'Of course, did you have something particular in mind?' 'As I said, I'd like it to be something special, something she'd love to wear but which she wouldn't buy for herself.' 'She's bought many things from me in the time I've known her. What you're talking about means it would have to be rather expensive, something she just couldn't afford.' 'I understand that. I just want it to be very, very special. Do you have anything like that?' She thought for a moment and then her face lit up. 'Of course, how silly, I should have remembered straight away. She was looking at it when you were here with her, she actually said how much she loved it, was considering buying it instead of all the other things. But it was just beyond her means. It is expensive, but it's also absolutely gorgeous, she'll look positively beautiful in it, and she'll love you for getting it for her. Just wait a moment and I'll get it for you to have a look at.' She returned with something inside a long zip-up cover and having hung it on a hook beside the counter and removed the bag I immediately understood why Ros had fallen for it. It was a full length night-dress and matching negligee, made from very fine silk of a dark, almost bottle-green colour, shot with highlights in a lighter shade. As Moira pulled the negligee to one side so I could see the night-dress properly I saw that the bodice was made from very delicate lace that continued, in a narrowing panel down to a point below where her navel would be. I tried to imagine Ros inside it, her pale skin contrasting with the dark silk, her magnificent breasts filling the lace bodice. 'Oh yes, I'll take that, it's beautiful. It is her size isn't it?' 'Yes, it'll fit her perfectly. In actual fact I got it in specifically for her to look at. We're very good friends you know.' I could hear the question behind the words and put her mind at ease by answering. 'Yes, I understand Moira. Ros told me.' 'I suppose I was thinking of something special for her birthday, or Christmas. Then of course she spotted it when you were in here the other day. It'll be much more appropriate coming from you.' 'Do you think so?' I asked, spotting the chance to ask what I'd originally come for. 'Oh yes, as I tried to tell you last time, when I said that she's very vulnerable and that if you care for her at all, you should be careful not to hurt her.' 'I know it must seem silly, after all we've only known each other for a few days, but - well, I wondered how much you think she cares for me?' Her expression became much more serious and her eyes probed deep into mine. 'You're serious aren't you?' 'I think so. Yes I am.' She paused for a moment before answering, then smiled and said. 'I think she'll be delighted Rob.' Then added. 'Let me give you a tip, as a woman. If you decide to tell her how you feel about her, do it before you give her this present. I understood exactly what she meant, that way round the present would have a stronger emotional link, giving it to her without having said anything about my feelings would imbue it with merely the physical aspects of our relationship. She spent some time gift-wrapping it for me and having paid and sincerely thanked her for her honest opinion I took the box back to the car, then went in search of some wine. * Chapter 17 Declarations It was a beautiful evening, warm and very still, and when I got out of the car outside Ros's house I found the air heavy with the scent of the flowers in her garden. Not wanting her to see the parcel immediately I left it on the seat, taking just the bottle of wine with me, and when I reached the front door I paused for a moment, trying to bring the two, apparently separate parts of my brain together. One half couldn't wait to see her, tell her how I was feeling about her and find out her reactions. The other half, to see what she was wearing, then remove it and fuck her. And as I stood there I realised that, as usual, my cock was already responding to the baser of the two feelings. Doing my best to push those thoughts away, I rang the bell. The smile she gave me as she opened the door made my heart flip right over. 'I brought the wine.' I mumbled, suddenly finding I was almost completely tongue-tied. 'I bought some too, in case you forgot.' she said with a chuckle. 'So we'll be able to get sozzled if we feel like it.' 'I don't think we'll need to do that, let's keep yours for another time.' 'I'd like that too.' she said in a softer tone as she closed the door behind me. 'I'll take the bottle into the kitchen, you go and sit down, I won't be a minute, we've plenty of time for a drink before we eat.' she said, indicating a door to what was obviously her lounge-room. I paused for a moment, watching her swaying hips as she walked away from me. And although she was dressed quite simply and unprovocatively, in a front-buttoning summer dress, I couldn't stop my imagination from trying to picture her without it, imagine her sensually voluptuous body already naked. But, as though she was able to read what was going on in my mind, she suddenly looked back over her shoulder and saw me staring at her. She gave me a smile and said. 'Go on, go and sit down Rob.' She came back with two glasses and having handed me one, sat beside me on the settee. 'Cheers! Now, tell me how things went after I left. Did she stay the night?' she asked as we clinked glasses and I took my first sip. 'Yes, I drove her back around dawn.' 'She said that's what she wanted to do, that's the main reason I left when I did. I didn't want you to disappoint her.' 'I don't think she was disappointed Ros.' 'I'm sure she wasn't!' she answered with a deep-throated laugh. 'I wasn't complaining either. She took to it like a duck to water.' 'So I saw, when I got back from my walk.' 'That was a master-stroke Rob, I'm sure it made all the difference being just the two of us initially, it made her so much more relaxed than she might otherwise have been.' 'I wasn't the only one with good ideas, the position you dreamed up was simply fantastic!' 'I thought you'd like that. But then so did I, and of course in addition to everything else, I got more of my favourite beauty treatment. But I'm glad that later on you were still able to manage to find more for her, that we didn't completely exhaust you.' 'Since I've met you I seem to be almost inexhaustible.' I said quietly, then after a brief pause, and without really meaning to, added. 'But not only that, when you're not there I miss you, and I don't just mean the sex. That's what I was trying to say, in the car. I'm not saying I didn't enjoy having Mandy there, that would be stupid of me, but I wish it had been the other way around, that she'd had to go and that you'd stayed the night.' It had all come out in much more of a rush than I had planned, as though the words had a life of their own. As I heard them coming out I watched her face for signs of a negative reaction and, half expecting to see one, at the same time trying to think of a way of watering down their meaning. But other than the soft smile she gave me as she took my hand in hers I couldn't tell what was going on in her mind. 'But you've only known me for a few days Rob, and let's be honest, other than the physical things, we hardly know anything at all about each other.' 'I'm sure that sometimes it's not necessary to know a lot of detail about someone else before knowing they are in some way important to you. Don't you get intuitive feelings about people?' 'Yes, of course I do. And I've been proved very wrong, many times.' she added. 'But not always, sometimes those feelings prove to be correct?' 'Well, yes, sometimes.' 'That's what I mean. I don't need to know a lot of stuff about where you've come from, who you've slept with. I just have the feeling that you are important to me, could be very, very important.' 'That's lovely to hear Rob, of course it is. But how can you be sure that what you think you're feeling is more than just a reaction to the physical thing?' 'I just know it Ros. I've spent a lot of time thinking about it all, and I'm as sure as I can be about anything. But to be honest I've also been worried about how you feel, how you might react to finding out that I'm feeling this way about you.' 'You mean about you thinking you are getting serious about me?' My face must have been reflecting my increasingly worried concern and as I nodded glumly she squeezed my hand. Then her eyes sparkled and she gave me the most wonderful smile. 'You silly man! Don't you know that I've been falling in love with you since that very first day?' 'You mean that?' I gasped in complete surprise. She gave her answer in little more than a whisper, but the look on her face in fact said it all, making her whispered - 'Yes' - sound loud enough to me to be heard all the way up and down the street. I pulled her towards me and kissed her. Her lips were unbelievably soft and at first we kissed as though each was afraid of bruising the other, but as the kiss lengthened and I pulled her tighter she responded more strongly and within a few seconds our tongues were probing deep inside each other's mouth as our bodies crushed together. When we finally came up for air I suddenly remembered the parcel and as I broke from her arms I said. 'I've got something for you, it's in the car, I'll just go and get it.' Snatching another quick kiss and adding. 'Don't change your mind, or run out on me.' It took less than a minute to retrieve the parcel and she hadn't moved, but her expression had changed, I could see that something was worrying her. 'I didn't misunderstand you did I Rob? You did mean you were falling, at least a little bit in love with me?' 'No, not a little, a lot Ros. And I'm not falling, I've already fallen.' I answered, seeing the worried look vanish and her face begin to literally glow with happiness. 'I wanted to get you something special, I don't really know why I didn't bring it in with me, but I suppose I was worried you might take it the wrong way, I mean, if you didn't feel the same way about me as I do about you.' Realising that what I'd said made very little sense, I added. 'That doesn't really explain what I mean.' 'I think I understand, but you didn't need to buy me anything, knowing how you feel is the best present you could possibly give me.' 'Anyway, I hope you like it.' I said as I handed it to her. 'Moira said it was your size.' 'Ah that's where you've been shopping, in that case I know it'll be lovely, and now I think I really understand what you were trying to say.' She undid the parcel slowly and carefully, as though prolonging the suspense, but when she had taken off the outer wrapping, turned back the inner layer of tissue paper and saw the colour of what was inside she looked up, her face glowing with happiness. 'Oh, I know what it is!' she said excitedly as she finished unwrapping the negligee, her fingers handling it carefully, lovingly and when she looked up again I saw her eyes were actually moist with tears of happiness. 'It's beautiful. But I know how expensive it was and you shouldn't have spent so much money on me!' 'I wanted to - and it'll be even more beautiful with you wearing it.' 'I want to be beautiful for you. But will you be very upset if I don't put it on tonight? I'm not quite sure how to explain it, but I'd like to keep it for another time.' she said uncertainly, then her expression changed as she reached up and took my hand, her eyes glinted mischievously and her smile turned into a wicked grin. 'Anyway, if you're feeling anything like the way I am right now, I think there's a very good chance it would end up getting ripped.' Taking that as my cue I pulled her up to her feet. 'So you fancy an aperitif too.' I said as I kneeled and began to undo the buttons up the front of her dress. 'It's not what I'd planned, but then I hadn't anticipated the evening starting the way it has. And I think we should celebrate knowing the way we feel about each other in the way we both like best.' Having got the first few buttons undone I pushed the edges of the dress apart, leaned forward and felt a faint tremor run through her as I let my tongue run up the silky skin on the inside of her leg. While I was doing that Ros was undoing the higher buttons and as the dress opened and I realised what she had on underneath it I felt my excitement quickly escalating. She looked breath-taking! The teddy fitted her like a second skin, the shiny black material making her own appear even whiter, and her hour-glass figure even more desirable. The angle I was looking up from accentuated the prominent bulge made by her magnificent breasts, but right then it was the even more tantalising mound between her legs that I was staring at. I knew that the material covering it was held in place by just a couple of press-studs and that it would only take a gentle tug to expose the delights beneath it. But I was in no rush and instead of immediately doing that I leaned forward and as I pressed my face against the soft curve of her stomach used one hand to cup her bottom and slid the other slowly up the inside of her leg. Her body tensed as my fingers crept higher, and then she shivered a little when I reached the silky material. Sensing her increasing inner tension I pulled the nearby coffee-table closer and lifted one foot up on to it, then continued caressing her bottom with one hand and began moving the other slowly up over the curve of her inner thighs. She gasped when I finally reached the tempting bulge, but for some time I did no more than tease her, using just my finger-tips to stroke it, lightly brushing the silky material. But much more quickly than I had anticipated I detected signs of her strengthening arousal, felt the silk getting damp, smelt the musky aroma of her sex. And so in response to those cues I finally undid the press-studs, hearing her give a deep sigh of pleasure as my fingers brushed against the soft folds of her naked pussy. It was already quite wet, its outer lips already swollen, and I felt her tense, then moan softly as I gently eased them apart and slid one finger up and down the cleft between them. 'Oh that's lovely! Your hands are so soft, and your touch so gentle.' she whispered as her body squirmed with delight. As she was apparently getting so much pleasure from it I continued doing no more than that for some time, but when I felt her reactions strengthening I decided it was time to move on to the next stage. I slid myself forward between her legs until my head was directly beneath her and paused for a moment to look up. The whiteness of her inner thighs contrasted strongly with her dark pubic hair, and the combination of each of those highlighted the moistly pink colouring of the delicate pussy-lips. In other circumstances I would have been happy to just lie there enjoying the beauty of that sight, but I knew how Ros must be starting to feel so lifted myself, then slipped the tip of my tongue along the moist furrow. That first, very light touch made the pouting lips open invitingly and she gave a much deeper sigh when I slid my tongue up between their clinging folds, a sigh that turned to a low moan of pleasure as she felt my tongue stiffen and start to slide in and out of her. It wasn't long before I saw the swollen ridge of her clitoris poking out from between the mat of hair, but, determined to build her pleasure slowly, I avoided stimulating it directly, instead of that, gradually increasing the speed of my probing tongue. But as she reacted to the sensations rippling through her body and I felt her trying to push herself down on to my mouth I relented and began to lightly lick the tender ridge, triggering even sharper responses when I intermittently nibbled and sucked it. The strength of her reaction indicated how close she was to coming so I pressed my open mouth hard up against her, poked my darting tongue up between her pussy-lips and sucked hard. She screamed with delight. Her hands reached down to grab my head, pulling it hard up against herself as a seemingly never ending series of waves of pleasure rolled through her, and I found my mouth suddenly filled with her pussy juices. Once her climax had begun to taper off I pulled her down beside me, clamping my lips to hers, my tongue probing her mouth the way it had her pussy. Of course feeling her orgasm so strongly had sent my own arousal sky-rocketing and the feel of her hot, semi naked body moulding itself to mine only increased the pressure inside me even more. But even so it was only when she broke from my arms and got up on her knees and began frantically fumbling with my belt and zip that I realised just how much I needed her. 'Turn around.' I said gruffly as I pushed my trousers and pants down, and having taken a quick look at the state of my cock and somehow understanding my intention, she lay forward across the coffee-table. Rider Ch. 14-17 I saw shivers run up her spine as I slipped my hands between her legs and eased them further apart, then heard her give a low moan when she felt my cock pushing forward between them. Somehow I managed to resist the temptation to simply shove it inside and slid one hand around her, reaching down until my finger-tips felt the hard ridge of her clitoris. Then, as I began tickling it, I used the other hand to rub my cock-head up and down over her already sensitively swollen pussy-lips Her entire body shuddered in response to the sensations I was giving her, but they must have quickly become just too intense and after only a matter of a minute or two she gave a deep groan, arched herself higher and gasped. 'Inside me! Please Rob, I need you inside me - now!' By then I was really in no mood to prolong things much more either so slid my cock-head into her pussy, giving a low groan of pleasure as she shoved herself back on to it. I drove it deeper, its mass throbbing and pulsing as it stretched her wide open, and when I felt my thighs pressing hard against the curve of her bottom I took a firm grip of her hips and began to thrust in and out. The sensations generated by the hard length of my cock plunging so deeply made her respond even more strongly, heaving herself backwards each time I thrust forward and I felt my strokes becoming stronger, faster. The feel of her hot, welcoming pussy sent thrills coursing through my entire body and although I would have loved to somehow delay it, I knew that unlike most other times we'd fucked, I was going to come very quickly. Then, at the very moment I felt her body starting to convulse I felt my cock surge, heard myself cry out, then felt the first hot load jetting up through me. I continued thrusting, slamming myself hard against her arse, exploding again and again, grunting as I felt her cunt gripping the slippery pistoning shaft, hearing her even louder cries as my cock continued pounding, hosing semen deep inside it When I finally had no more to give her I collapsed forward, my cock still jammed hard up inside her and we stayed locked together until we had both stopped shuddering. 'That was absolutely wonderful!' she finally gasped as I helped her up. 'Unscheduled, but wonderful. You came awfully quickly - by comparison with how long you can usually last I mean. Not that I'm complaining.' she added with a low chuckle. 'I'd thought we'd be able to keep our hands off each other until after dinner but after the wonderful things you did with your tongue I really needed you like that, hard and fast.' 'I got the feeling that was what you needed right then and apart from how I was feeling myself I wanted to make you happy.' 'You certainly did that.' she replied with a blissful smile as she slipped her dress back on again. 'But I hope the it doesn't mean I have to miss out on some more, later.' 'I wouldn't worry about that, don't forget I've yet to see the lingerie show you promised me.' 'I won't. But let's get some food ready then eat and talk some more first.' 'O.K.'