An invitation

I followed her abundantly clear invitation. My pole stood upright from the open fly of my pants. Soon it was touching her exposed abdomen.

I stood in front of her, she first placed one leg at my side, then reached up to a strong branch, pulled herself up a little and clasped my hips with both legs. With both hands I reached under her buttocks, maneuvered her into the right position and pushed my throbbing member into her slippery vagina. Panting heavily, I moved back and forth vigorously, but again she stopped me before I went too far.

Grinning, she got off me, turned around and bent over, leaning her arms against the tree, stretching her white buttocks towards me. Without thinking, I pushed myself into her again and thrust as hard as I could. Her breathing quickened, and she moved in the same rhythm as me, so that we were thrusting harder and harder against each other. My breathing became ragged, and I began to growl deeply from my throat.

She realized what was happening, and at the last moment she slipped away from me again, flitting like a nymph around the tree behind which she playfully half-hid from me. But it was too late for me, I could no longer hold back and splashed my seed on the forest floor. She watched me and laughed happily.

"Well, did you like it?" she asked flirtatiously.

"Yes, very much," I admitted, but kept quiet about the one important question: where had she learned all that what she had done to me? Certainly not as the good wife of a staid horse breeder.

She tilted her head and squinted at the sun.

"I'm afraid we'll have to make our way back."

I agreed, and after we were both properly dressed, we rode back.

When we arrived at the manor house, I offered to take the horses to the stables, which Rebecca gratefully accepted.

In the semi-darkness of the stables, I saw someone standing in a horse box. I assumed it was a farmhand and headed towards him to hand over the animals. But as my eyes adjusted to the dim light, I recognized Miriam grooming a horse. I tied the two mounts to a grating and went to her.

"Hello Miss Miriam. That's a lovely horse you've got there."

"Yes, isn't it? Mother gave it to me for my nineteenth birthday on the condition that I look after it myself. But I wouldn't leave her to anyone else anyway. I love Blue -- that's what I called her."

I stepped closer and patted the mare's neck appreciatively. Such, I got so close to Miriam that I could smell her perfume over the horse's scent. As if by chance, I brushed my hand over her bottom. She turned around, and I quickly made the excuse that it was too cramped in the box and that I had therefore touched her completely unintentionally.

But instead of an indignant rebuke, she looked up at me with sparkling blue eyes.

"Do you find me attractive?" She said childishly naive and genuinely interested at the same time. I was perplexed and couldn't interpret the confusing signals she was sending.

"Um," I searched for the right answer, puzzled, "yes, very much so."

Happy with the compliment, she smiled at me.

"Do you want to sleep with me?"