Embarrassed!

I don’t think I’ve ever been so embarrassed in my life. Not that it lasted. After thinking about it, it had the most positive effect on me.

I went to ride my horse as usual and after our hack rode him back to his paddock bareback. Those of you following me will know what transpired last time. (If you don’t, catch up on my earlier blog).

I’d been looking forward to repeating the experience all week and the anticipation heightened the effect.

I’d got to the gate and the rubbing of my clit had me on the edge. I looked around and saw no one. I unbuttoned the waist of my jodhpurs and pushed my hand down to get my fingers into my pussy. Oh, sheer and utter bliss. I closed my eyes, kept my fingers moving, and my pelvis rocking to and fro. I could feel the orgasm building when suddenly there was a voice from just behind me.

“Nice to see someone enjoying their horse to the full.” It was the stable owner on her way to check on some horses in the next field. She didn’t break stride, but kept on walking as though she’d just remarked about the weather.

My immediate reaction was mortification. God, it wasn’t as though I was some teenage girl. The embarrassment had the effect of reducing my libido and I was about to button up my jods again when I realised the sky hadn’t crashed on my head. She hadn’t thrown a fit and seemed unworried by what she’d seen. If it didn’t worry her, why should it worry me?

Instead of doing my jods up, my hand went back into my knickers and my pelvis started gyrating again. It took no time to get back to my previous state and I’d soon climaxed. It was so strong I nearly fell off my horse! I just managed to throw my arms around his neck to steady myself.

When I could think clearly again, two thoughts emanated from the encounter. I wondered if Naomi (the owner) was… what’s the word sexually active? A hot wife? You know what I mean anyway. And secondly, I’d now been seen to be what it appears I’m fast becoming, sex-addicted. Suddenly I felt I could, I needed to, be spotted-watched-again.

I’ve resolved I’m going out tomorrow to flash. On my own. No Carol to cajole me. To egg me on. I’ll do it myself. Prove I have the courage to do it. Watch this space! XXXX