Sunday

Saturday will go down in my diary as just about the sexiest in my life. The sexiest without having sex anyway! Actually thinking about it, including those! I trust you’ve read my blog, but if not it’s here. https://medium.com/@TracyTrouble/a-day-out-2a877fd2759a

Sunday I thought would be a day of recovery. A day to consider what I’d done and a day to plan what I was going to do.

All of that proved to be true, but it also included yet another sexy first, and a pleasant surprise which I think you might appreciate.

My first chore was to sort my horse out and go for a ride. Chore is totally the wrong word. Mucking out a stable is not my favourite task in the world, but it’s one I gladly do. My horse has been my life saver over the last couple of years enabling me to escape from thoughts of my ex without the stresses of work.

My thoughts riding yesterday were very much on Saturday’s events and I began to feel some internal stirring, but I held it in check, or tried to, completed the ride, got the horse back to the stable, groomed him again and mounted him to ride him back to his paddock, bareback, as I always do.

Quite a few of you have asked if the act of riding a horse turns me on, and the short correct answer is no. Ridden properly one's ‘seat’ should be motionless so there would be no friction to one’s crotch. Yesterday was different. Not sure what prompted the thought into my mind (!!!!), but as I started to walk him towards his paddock, I deliberately rubbed my pussy back and forth. In normal circumstances, I don’t think it would have had too much effect. Yesterday wasn’t a normal day. The rubbing soon had me leaking, and by the time I got to the gate into the field, I was close to cumming. I couldn’t get off, not in that state. We stood there, my horse wondering what the delay was, me wondering what I’d do if someone appeared. I intensified my movement and thrust a hand down the front of my jods. I don’t wear knickers riding so it was only the stretch jodhpurs material between the rough hair-covered back and my pussy lips. As soon as my fingers touched my clit I felt the orgasm start. It wasn’t huge-thank god-but it was oh, so satisfying! I sat there after the eruption had subsided, letting my breathing return to normal. My horse’s ears were twitching asking the question, ‘Why’s the gate not open?’

I eventually regained control and he was pleased to get to his grass! Wow. That’s going to make riding in future VERY interesting.

Another first and I suspect another oft to be repeated experience!

The second surprise was just as I was leaving the stables I received a text from Carol asking if she and her husband Charles could call and see me. I panicked. Charles is quite a formidable character and I was worried Carol had told him what we’d got up to and that he was livid.

I was half right, Carol had told him, but he wasn’t livid; quite the reverse. He wanted to take the pictures! I wasn’t sure. I know the whole point of taking them is so you are all going to ogle at me, but actually having a man standing close is different. I know I got excited about the guy on the platform but that was with my libido going full blast. Anyway we talked about it and he had convinced Carol she ought to pose too, so we came to a compromise. If Carol was in front of the camera too he would take the photos. If it was going to be just me, Carol would do the shoot and Charles could bugger off (I didn’t say that!).

Carol's willingness to pose surprised me, but it came with a proviso. If I wanted to post the pictures with her in they can’t appear on Twitter just in my blog. Still, I think we can live with that, can’t we?

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