His to Ride Part II

Butterscotch

After a while of rambling gently through the woods, we came to a small clearing. I called a halt to the ride and had everyone dismount.

"Lunchtime!" I said brightly. "If you look in your saddlebags, you'll find the lunch that we packed, and we'll rest here awhile before we head back."

Everyone was pretty glad to get down. If you're not used to horse riding, even a short ride like this one can get pretty tiring. The kids ran to the little stream and began throwing rocks while the teenage girls helped me make sure the horses each got a drink. Mom and Dad took out a picnic blanket and settled onto a rock near the stream, and began setting up lunch.

It was obvious that I was going to have to get him alone with me. I wasn't about to wait and see if I could get him to call me later, and he could hardly take me in front of a family and a couple of teenage girls, no matter how much I wanted him to. I felt like an absolute tart, but I didn't care. How would it feel to have those rough hands holding tightly onto my breasts? Please?

After everybody began eating their sandwiches, I beckoned him over a little deeper into the woods, away from the others. He came willingly enough, which I took to be a good sign. When he got to me, I put my head down so that he couldn't see me blushing under the brim of my hat. I was slick between my legs, but of course, he couldn't see that. But my nipples were really perky through my shirt. Did he see? Was he looking at them? Gosh, what in heaven's name was happening to me?

"Chance?" I whispered. I couldn't help myself. This close to him, I just had to touch him, even if it was only my fingertip. I drew a little line on his chest as I spoke. "I was wondering if you'd like to ride a little further up the trail with me while the others are eating. They're kind of beat, but I know that you're still ready for more."

He waited to reply, and I was sure I'd overstepped my boundaries.

"Yeah, I know how to go on a long ride," he said with a twinkle in his eyes. Yes! We were definitely communicating here. I stood up on my tiptoes and gave him a quick kiss on the corner of his mouth. "You get Cupcake and Caramel, and I'll tell the others that we'll be back in a little bit."

I walked away from him feeling quite happy and pleased with myself. I hadn't had a good cowboy ride in so long that I couldn't even remember it. I gave my walk a little extra wiggle, and my moist nether lips sluiced pleasantly against each other.

As we mounted up (why were those words suddenly so special to me?) I discovered that I could actually feel the wetness between my legs as Cupcake's saddle rocked me back and forth. I enjoyed having my legs spread, but I was definitely going to need something other than a saddle between them, and soon!

I was a pistol, all right. I pretended that there wasn't something else going on - that we were just a trail guide and her customer off on a trail ride. We'd ridden for a little while when I realized that I'd been doing nothing but staring at this handsome man.

My cute face was flushed, and I spent a lot of time looking at anything but him. My nipples were erect and pressing against my shirt.

"So, are you a real cowboy?" I asked shyly.

"Yes, Ma'am. I used to ride the rodeo circuit. I was pretty good at calf roping." He was looking over at me when he said it, and the effect on me was electric.

Cupcake kept right on walking, but I seemed to freeze right there in the saddle. I stopped breathing, and my eyes actually lost their focus. I blushed and looked for all the world like a girl about to cum. My pretty pink lips were parted just a little.

"Yep. I used to throw those little calves down and tie 'em up quicker than a wink." There was no mistaking it this time. I began rocking back and forth in my saddle, sliding myself against the leather as I held on to the horn. I didn't even try to hide it! I looked over at him and kind of breathlessly said, "So you're good with a rope?"

That did it - he couldn't wait any longer. He reached down and took Cupcake's reins and slowed both horses to a halt. He jumped down as I dismounted. He began looking through his saddlebags.

"Whatcha looking for?" I said, standing next to Cupcake.

He didn't tell me, because he didn't want to get my hopes up. I might not have packed any. There sure wasn't any in his bags. He went all the way around Cupcake, putting her between him and me. He began looking in my saddlebags, hoping madly that it was there. He found it at the bottom under the first aid kit and the red plaid blanket.

"Put your hands up here," he said, patting the horn on Cupcake's saddle.

If Chance was reading my eyes right, there was a lust and anticipation there, mixed with just a hint of fear. My lips were parted, and I was breathing rather quickly. After a moment's hesitation, I did as he asked.

Before I knew what he was doing, he wrapped the length of rawhide around my hands and the horn of Cupcake's saddle. He finished it off with a flourish, quickly making a secure knot and tying me securely next to my horse.

My eyes lost their focus again, and I could see myself blush crimson as I realized how vulnerable I was. He walked around behind me and put his hands on my hips. He leaned down and kissed me gently on the cheek as he reached around my waist and unsnapped my jeans. He untucked my shirt so that he could put his hands on the bare skin of my waist. Then he put his hands inside my pants and panties…

…and slid them down my legs all the way to my ankles. In a moment, I was as naked outdoors as I'd ever been. I never felt so exposed in my life, which probably had something to do with the fact that I couldn't have pulled them back up or run away even if I'd wanted to - I was still tied to Cupcake's saddle. I was dripping wet and ashamed and excited all at once. How do I get myself into these things?

Chance put his hand on the crack of my ass, gently pushing his fingers towards my dripping center, but try as I might to help him squirm into me, he couldn't reach my slit from behind.

"Spread your legs," he said.

My voice came out hesitant and girlish. What's gotten into me? This was what I wanted, wasn't it? I could hear myself panting as I tried to respond. "I… I… I… c-c-can't, sir. My pants are in the… way."

Chance chuckled. "Why, I guess you're right, ma'am. They sure are."

He turned his back to mine and bent over as he reached between his legs and pulled my foot up. I suddenly realized that he was unshoeing me just as he would a horse! In a moment, my boots were off, and he'd removed my jeans and panties. I couldn't believe it, but he even took off my socks. All I had on was my hat, my shirt, and a tiny strip of rawhide around my wrists.

I began to quiver as he let my bare foot down and turned around to face my back again. "Hush," he said. "That's my girl." Chance pushed his hand between my legs, and I spread them wide apart as he cupped me in his hand. I was positively embarrassed at how wet I was. But I forgot my shame as he began to massage me, and those little electric shivers that presaged a good cum came through me.