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Ride, The (MF, rom, outdoors)
by Richard Wolfe
SirWolf40@aol.com
June 21, 1997              


      The sun was warm on my skin as my forearm rested lazily out 
the open window of my truck. My fingers tapped on the blue paint to
the rhythm of the song playing on the radio. Maybe we will consider
it "our song" since each time I hear it I am reminded of  the passion 
between us. 

      You were so beautiful sitting next to me.  I was acutely 
aware of your presence. Your face caused a tightness in my chest 
Your eyes had captured my heart and your body was the target of my 
desires. Sculptured  legs, which extended from your cut-off jeans, 
were so smooth and silky that my hand ached just to stroke your skin. 
Taking the wheel in my left hand,  I gently massaged your thighs,  
and lightly  brushed my fingers, almost if by accident , between your 
legs as I reached to turn the volume of the radio up.

I glanced at your tee shirt tied at the waist. Your breast strained 
against the thin cotton material showing a perfect imprint of your 
nipples. My excitement was obvious by the hardness in my jeans , 
pressing outward with a futile persistence.

     You looked at me and smiled then looked out the window into the 
distant wood. Your mind was obviously reeling. I could read your 
thoughts, because they were the same as mine. The present was all we 
had. Our past as well as our futures were pledged to others.
"How would this encounter effect us?" we thought. The chemistry and 
passion between us was so undeniably intense that we could not imagine 
continuing life without acting upon these feelings. They were, after 
all, the  most primitive of  desires. We realized our lives would 
continue as before. However , we would always be  changed. Our hearts 
have a special secret.  This secret will take our minds to a hidden 
place which will ignite a fire in our loins for years to come. The 
voices in out heads argued, but all the while we knew our souls would 
touch on that day. 

     The truck came to a stop in front of the stables. When the engine 
was turned off the silence surrounded us completely as did the green 
pasture and deep forest. We could hear the buzzing of the flies and 
the snorting of our steed from within the stable. I looked at you. I 
reached and brushed the hair off of your wet brow. We kissed. The 
passion rose quickly. Our mouths pressed hard against each other. My 
tongue probed into your mouth as we gasp for breath. My hand found its 
way to your waist and then under your tee shirt.

Your breast, wet with perspiration, were tight with excitement. Your 
hand  roamed freely over my chest. I kissed your neck and nibbled your 
earlobes. You tossed your head back and released a  long low sigh. 
Your hand moved directly to the hardness in my jeans and firmly squeezed 
causing me to press upward into your palm.

     We were suddenly both aware of the heat in the cab of the truck. 
We gently kissed and stepped onto the pasture grass. With arms around 
each others waist, we strolled into the stables. The pungent smell of  
the hay and the animals was powerful.  The rough hewn boards of the 
stalls had nails hammered into them with several harnesses neatly hanging.
As you reached for a harness i reached for you. My arms found your waist 
and pulled you close in front of me. I could feel your entire body pressing 
against mine. You stood on your tip-toes and pressed your hips into mine. 
My hands caressed your bottom , feeling the full muscular roundness 
through the cut-off jeans. We kissed deep and long. 

     As your head laid against my chest I reached and selected a harness. 
We opened the stall gate and placed the harness around the muzzle of the 
geldir breast. The horse gently walked across the pasture toward the cool
dark woods.  

You turned your head back to look at me, and we kissed. Our lips moved 
across each others cheek then found the lips again. My hand moved up 
and began massaging one of your breast. Your body leaned back against 
mine. As the horse walked, I reached down and unsnapped your jeans. My 
hand slid gently inside. Your willingness made it  easy to find your 
mound. As my fingers explored your folds your body relaxed against me. 
You moaned slightly when my finger entered the warm wetness. Your hips 
begin to move to a rhythm which complimented the stride of the horse. I 
felt your legs move further apart.

    The horse had stopped beside a cool stream in the shady wood. He 
lowered his head and enjoyed a drink. You took advantage of this action 
by pulling your legs around, then facing me. You reached and in one motion 
removed your shirt. Your breast were so beautiful, glistening with 
perspiration, nipples erect. You reached and pulled my shirt off over 
my head. We embraced in a passionate kiss, our hands exploring each others 
backs and chest. While still kissing me, you reached and unsnapped my 
jeans. Your hand was able to enter the pants and touch the top of my 
hardness. I pushed closer to you. We fondled and kissed until our desire 
heightened.

      You dismounted first. I sat atop the horse and looked at your body 
as you removed your shorts. You were standing before me naked, unashamed 
of your body or of your desire. My urge was uncontrollable. I dismounted 
and walked slowly toward you. You stood still, enjoying my eyes washing 
over your entire body, yet anticipating my touch. I placed my hands on 
your waist and kissed you. You responded by placing your hands at my waist 
and then lowering my shorts past my hips. Still kissing I struggled 
successfully to remove them completely. 

     Naked, we embraced with passion. Our hands roamed over every part 
of each others skin as our lips bathed each others face, neck and chest 
with warm wet kisses. Your hand fondled  between my legs. Kissing my chest 
and stomach, you lowered to your knees. You took me in your hand and gently 
encircled  me with your tongue. I cried out with delight.

As you placed me fully into your mouth my hips pressed against you with an 
uncontrollable urge. My desire was heightened almost to the point of 
release when you removed me from your mouth and stood to your feet.

      We stood there by the cool stream, kissing passionately. Our hands 
glided over the surface of the other's body as if they were searching 
desperately for some hidden treasure. It was then that you stepped back 
from me and looked at me with a devilish grin, one filled with mischief 
as well as desire. I watched your backside as you walked toward the horse. 
Your slender waist gave way to a beautifully shaped bottom. I could feel 
the pressure  quickening  deep inside me. I wanted you.

     With effortless grace you mounted the animal. Your body was facing 
the rear of the horse. I stared at you, a vision of beauty. A seductive 
Godiva beckoning me to join you. 
Your legs were parted over the horses bare back. How I envied the spine 
of that animal!

      My mount was less than graceful ,but I too was now atop this animal, 
facing you. The horse began a slow walk along the stream bed. It was as if 
this was what he was trained to do. You leaned forward and we kissed. My 
hands stroked the curve of your lower back as we pushed our hips with the 
rhythm of the horses gait. Suddenly, you squeezed your legs tight against 
the animals side and raised your body off of his back. In one swift motion 
you took my member in your hand and placed it inside you. I could feel your 
weight as you leaned closer into me. You pressed hard as our  legs wrapped 
securely around each other. 

With hands pressing  on my shoulders and your breast against my chest  our 
hips moved to the cadence of passion. My hands supported your waist as my 
tongue tasted the salty skin of your neck.

       Our movement became more intense as our sel  the urgency in the
motion of your hips. Your muscles tightened and pulsated against and 
around me. I heard your cry out with pleasure and felt the delightful
sting of your nails as you gripped my upper back. My pleasure mounted and
then climaxed, bursting forth within you as I too released a cry of ecstasy.

      The horse had stopped for another drink of cool water. We were 
oblivious, now, to his actions. We sat there, legs and arms entwined, 
still connected in the closest of ways. As time passed we released our 
grip and looked into each others eyes. With no words spoken, we dismounted 
and walked hand in hand into the sunny meadow. The ancient ways were 
over powering us. We gave no thought to the grass beneath our feet or 
the soil and perspiration on our bodies. We were timeless. Our nakedness 
was natural. Our bodies sank into the soft grass and we embraced, feeling
the earth below and the warmth of the sun above. We laid there in the
meadow holding each other in silence. Now was all that mattered. Now was
all that we would ever have.

