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	A Ride In The Country
	by Ann Douglas
    (ann_douglas@hotmail.com)

Part One

	Claire Atwater let out a soft sigh of
relief as the long meeting finally ended.
Finally, her firm was about to hit the big
time, the acquisition of the much coveted
Saint-Abbott account was a symbol of
success.  It was a goal she had devoted all
her energies to over the last few months,
forsaking even the semblance of a personal
life.
	At forty-six, Claire was still a
strikingly good-looking woman.  Standing
five eight and just a little over a hundred
and thirty pounds, she wore her thick
blonde hair cut just above the nape of her
neck.  Her small rounded breasts still drew
attention, even when she was wearing one
of the business jackets and skirts that
she normally wore to the office.
	Many a colleague had asked her out
over the years, only to be gently rebuffed.
Since the night she had first gone to bed
with another girl when she was sixteen,
the businesswoman had never pictured
herself as being with anyone other than
another woman.
	It was hard for Claire to keep from
breaking out into relief filled laughter as a
few of the other negotiators came up to
congratulate her on the deal.  Finally, one
by one they left the conference room,
until only she was left.  Or so she thought.
	Looking out the window down onto
Ren -L vesque Street, and then the city
of Montreal spread out beyond, Claire
finally let herself relax.  It had been a
long hard climb, but in the end was worth
it.  All of her dreams were about to come
true, well her professional ones at least.
	"I don't mean to intrude," a quiet
yet powerful voice from behind startled
the blond haired woman, causing her to
jump just a barely perceptible distance.
	She turned around to face the
speaker, greatly surprised at whom it
turned out to be.
	"I'm sorry if I startled you," Vivian
Saint-Abbott said with a warm smile.  "I
just wanted to add my congratulations to
the others.  Aside from the fact that I
was impressed myself by the presentation,
I'm always pleased when a woman achieves
success, especially in a field too often
dominated by men with inferior talents."
	 "Thank you,"  Claire replied,
wondering if there was something more in
Vivian's choice of words.  "I'm sure we'll do
a job that'll justify your decision in picking
us."
	"Oh, I really don't take part in the
decision making process, at least as far as
the business is concerned,"  Vivian said as
she looked beyond Claire to the long row
of framed photographs on the conference
room walls.  "I'm much too easily swayed by
a pretty face to make an impartial
decision.  That's what I have a staff for,
to keep it all on a professional level."
	The salt and pepper haired
fifty-two year old's choice of words
seemed to be carefully selected and
contain twin meanings.  Watching her
examine the photographs, Claire couldn't
help but wonder if she was trying to send
her a message.
	Throughout the long weeks of
discussions, Vivian Saint-Abbott had been
noticeably absent from the meetings.  It
was only at the final conference that she
made an appearance, and even then she
had remained unusually silent through the
proceedings.
	Despite her silence, it wasn't as if
Claire hadn't paid a great deal of attention
to the older woman.  Slightly taller,
wearing the latest designer fashions,
Vivian Saint-Abbott was perhaps the most
attractive woman she had seen in quite a
long time.  It would've been an outright lie
to say that, despite the importance of the
subject matter being discussed, Claire
hadn't allowed her mind to wander for a
brief moment to consider Vivian as a
woman.
	More than once, Claire's eyes had
found themselves drawn to the swell of
Vivian's larger mounds, as well as the
smoothness of her long legs.  It didn't help
Claire's concentration to recall that it had
been over six months since she'd last been
with a woman.
	A hundred and eighty nights since
she had felt the body of another woman
against her own, and that had been only a
brief single encounter with a woman she
met at a business conference in Toronto.
Still, the memory of Rhonda's flesh against
her own, and the softness of her lips were
still fresh in her memory.  Fresh because
it was all she had to warm her on those
coldest of nights.
	"These are beautiful animals," Vivian
said as she reached the end of the row.
"Do you ride?"
	Claire moved over to Vivian's side
and looked at the photograph she was
looking at.  It was an image of the horses
at the riding stable she liked to frequent.
	"It's one of my passions,"  Claire
replied,  "but I never seem to be able to
find the time anymore.  The price of
success I guess."
	"Oh you must find the time,"  Vivian
said.  "What good is success if you don't
take the time to enjoy life as well."
	"I guess you're right," Claire said,
not wanting to disagree with her newest
client.
	"I love to ride as well,"  Vivian
continued. "We have a small stable out at
our country house at Lake Saint-Fran ois
on the Chemin de l'Anse, but it's so hard
to find good riding partners."
	"I imagine so,"  Claire replied.
	"You know, I just had the most
wonderful idea,"  Vivian said as she turned
to face Claire.  "The weather is supposed
to be quite lovely this weekend.  Why don't
you come out to Hudson and ride with me.
In fact, why not spend the weekend.  I
can't think of a better way to begin our
new relationship."
	Claire was greatly surprised by the
offer.  She looked deep into Vivian's eyes
and saw a spark that she found strangely
familiar.  A look she had seen in her own
mirror many times.
	"I'd love to,"  Claire answered, still
lost in the depths of her eyes.
	"Excellent,"  Vivian smiled, turning
on her feet and snapping up her bag off
the conference table.  "I'll send a car by
to pick you up in the morning."
	With that she was gone.
	Claire now stood alone in the empty
conference room.  Just before she had
left, the blond had seen something else in
the older woman's eyes.  Something both
enticing and forbidden.

	Claire awoke with anticipation the
next working, quickly tossing off the
covers of her bed and heading into the
shower.  The hot running water felt
wonderful against her skin as she ran
soapy hands across her body.  As she
began to run her hands, now filled with
shampoo through her hair, she let her
mind wander.
	Laying awake last night, she had
considered the idea that perhaps she was
making too much of what she perceived as
Vivian's interest in her.  After all, there
was no reason for her to assume that
Vivian even knew that she was a lesbian,
much less that she might be one as well.
	It wasn't like the forty-six year old
made any effort to conceal it, having come
out soon after college.  Yet at the same
time she didn't exactly wear a nametag
that said it either.  Vivian might actually
be interested in no more than a riding
companion.  Either way, she promised
herself that she would take advantage of
the day, whatever did or didn't develop,
and enjoy herself.
	Dressing took a short time as she'd
laid out her clothes and riding gear the
night before.  When the car Vivian had
promised showed up a short time later,
Claire was ready to go.

	When she first arrived at the
country house, Claire had been met by a
quite beautiful young twenty-year old
platinum blond named St phanie.  The
French-speaking girl was quite well
endowed, something that was hard to miss
in the rather provocative maid's outfit
that she wore.  It wasn't anything that the
girl actually did or said, but Claire got the
distinct impression that she resented her
being there.
	Vivian appeared a few minutes later,
wearing what Claire knew to be a quite
expensive riding outfit.  Just the tall
leather boots cost more then most working
women made in a week.  She instructed
St phanie to show Claire where she could
change, then said she'd meet her guest out
by the stables around the back of the
house.
	Vivian had been right about more
than a few things.  The weather was
indeed lovely, at least for most of the
morning, and it had been much too long
since Claire took time off to enjoy herself.
The horse she been lent was a fine animal
and a pleasure to ride.  And the trails
around the Saint-Abbott estate were
incredible as well.  Just the sort of place
that Claire pictured herself having when
she dreamed of unlimited success.
	They had been riding for well over
an hour, alternating between slow walks
and racing bursts across the countryside.
The two women were having so much fun
that it was almost too late that they
noticed the darkening clouds quickly
moving in from the East.
	"Oh damn,"  Vivian said in futile
protest when she saw the clouds,  "I was
so hoping that they were wrong when they
changed the weather forecast early this
morning."
	As they made their way back to the
house, it became obvious that the now
dark gray clouds would overtake them
before they got there.  The sky echoed
with a resounding thunderclap, sending a
torrential downpour onto them as they
were still an eighth of a mile from their
goal.  The intensity of the shower was
such that even in that short distance, they
were soaked to the skin.

	Two of the stable hands ran out to
meet them, taking care of the animals as
they led them back to their quarters.  As
they stepped into the rear door of the
kitchen, St phanie was waiting for them
with twin crystal balloons of warm brandy.
	"Oh that feels good,"  Claire said as
the warmth of the liquid spread across her
cold and wet body.
	As she finished her own drink,
Vivian instructed the maid to take Claire
to the guest bedroom down the hall from
her own.  She would be able to shower
there and get out of those wet things.
When they reached the top of the stairs,
her hostess excused herself and headed
for her own bathroom.
	As she watched Vivian walk away,
Claire realized that she had been staring
at the way the older woman's clothes clung
to her body, outlining the shape of her
breasts.  From the look of disapproval on
St phanie's face, it was obvious that her
attentions hadn't gone unnoticed.  Claire
sincerely hoped that Vivian hadn't been
offended.

	Stepping out of the shower, Claire
felt clean and refreshed. Wrapping a large
white towel around her body, she moved
into the connecting bedroom and was
surprised to find that her clothes weren't
laid out on the bed as she expected.  In
fact, even the clothing she had just taken
off was gone.
	"St phanie?"  she inquired as she
poked her head out into the hall.
	When no response was forthcoming,
the blond haired woman checked her towel
and walked out into that hall.  The door to
the adjacent master bedroom was wide
open.  Pausing at the entrance, Claire
called out her hostess' name, getting the
same silence in reply.  More than a little
curious, she stepped inside.
	"Ca alors!" Claire exclaimed as she
took in the master bedroom.
	The room was like something out of
another century.  Dominated by a large
oversized four-poster bed that looked to
actually be that old, the rest of the decor
matched the period.  There was one great
exception however, one which caught both
her eye and her interest.
	Attached next to one of the four
bedposts were a set of fur-lined leather
restraints.  Holding one in her hand, Claire
felt her heart quicken.  Running her
fingers along the fur lining, additional
sensations radiated from between her
legs.

	"Do my little trinkets interest you?"

	"Oh Mon Dieu!"  Claire called out as
she realized that Vivian had caught her
going through her room.
	"I do seem to be making a habit of
surprising you, don't I?"  she said.
	Wearing a short white terrycloth
robe, Vivian walked over to her houseguest
and touched the leather restraint in her
hand.
	"Vivian, I'm so sorry,"  Claire said,
trying to explain her invasion of Vivian's
privacy.  "I couldn't find my clothes and
then the door was open and ..."
	"Do things like this interest you?"
the older woman repeated, ignoring Claire's
apology.
	Claire looked into the older woman's
eyes.  Within them, the fire she had only
caught a glimpse of the day before now
radiated brightly.  The pulse of her heart
now thundered in her head and she felt a
glowing lump in her throat.  Her skin felt
flushed, mirroring her emotional response
to the question.
	"Yes," she said softly.
	"I didn't quite hear that,"  Vivian
said.
	"Yes, things like that interest me,"
Claire said in a louder voice.
	"And do I interest you as well?"  the
salt and pepper haired woman asked.
	"Oh yes,"  the younger woman
replied, her voice filled with anticipation.
	"Excellent,"  Vivian smiled as she
reached up and stroked Claire's cheek.
	"Perhaps we can find a more, how
shall we say, interesting way to spend a
rainy afternoon,"  Vivian concluded, the
tone of her voice making no mistake that
she was totally in control of the moment.
"Would you like that?"
	Claire just couldn't find her voice to
respond, but her expression gave her
consent.  Vivian reached out and undid the
folds of the towel wrapped around her
guest, undoing the edges and letting it fall
to the floor.  Her eyes took it the length
of Claire's nude body, her appreciation of
it quite evident.
	"You are quite beautiful, mon ch ri,"
Vivian said as she reached out and gently
ran her fingers across Claire's breasts.  "I
was taken with you from the moment I saw
you yesterday. Tout   fait beau en effet."

	Vivian's heart was racing as she felt
Claire's fingers caress her flesh.  It was
as if the woman could look into her soul
and see her most secret desires.  Desires
she normally would never admit to anyone
she had known so short a time.
	"Undo my robe,"  Vivian told Claire,
the strength in her voice making it a
command and not a request.
	With hands she had to keep from
shaking with excitement, Claire followed
the instruction and undid the robe's white
sash.  As it fell to the wayside, the robe
fell open as well, giving her an almost
unrestricted look at the body beneath.  A
view that became total as she reached up
and carefully slid it off Vivian's shoulders,
letting it drop to the floor.
	Claire had always thought she had
kept her body in great shape for someone
her age, but looking at this woman before
her made her reconsider that thought.
Six years older, Vivian had the body a
woman a decade younger than Claire
would've been envious of.
	Her breasts were large and full,
showing little effect of the passage of
time.  Dark pink circles capped each one
with a thick, erect nipple in the center.
Her stomach was flat and smooth, her legs
long and muscular as well.  The only clue to
her age might've been the patch of hair
between her legs, but when Claire's eyes
moved down to look, she found a mound
shaved as smooth as a teenager.
	"I take it you approve?"  Vivian
asked.
	"Oh yes,"  Claire replied, wondering
if at any moment she would wake up in her
bed and find this was all a dream.
	"I want you to pleasure me,"  Vivian
said in the same tone she had used before.
	Claire hesitated, but only for the
briefest of moments.  She knew the
request was a test of both her resolve and
her imagination.  It wouldn't do to come up
short on either one.
	Pressing their bodies together,
Claire threw her arms tightly around
Vivian's neck as their lips came together.
The soft press of Vivian's mouth against
her own sent a sudden warmth throughout
her body.  While the touch of her tongue
in Claire's mouth was enough to make her
feel lightheaded.
	As their tongues continued to
caress each other, Claire gently ran her
hands up and down Vivian's body, her
fingers caressing the warm, smooth flesh.
They moved down to her buttocks, tracing
a fading line with her nails, then slid
across and between her legs to transverse
the smooth sex between.  Finally up across
her stomach to cup each of her large
breasts, massaging the tips with infinite
care.
	The blond lifted one breast to her
mouth and replaced her fingers with her
lips and tongue.  Gently at first, then
harder with the passions building within
her, Claire stroked and tickled the pale
skin, taking the dark tips into her mouth.
	"Tu es tr s gentille,"  Vivian moaned
softly as she guided her other mound into
Claire's mouth as the younger woman
repeated her actions.


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