The tree on the hill

After this embarrassing mix-up between my last night’s playmate and her daughter, I couldn't allow myself any more blunders. I ran quickly to the stables, where I found my horse already saddled.

Rebecca was talking to a farmhand, but ended the conversation as soon as she noticed me. She was wearing a tight-fitting gray jacket and a brown riding skirt that was stitched down the middle and reached her calves so that her high boots could be seen underneath. A large cowboy hat, under which she had tamed her now loose hair, completed her outfit. I apologized for being late.

"We should leave immediately," she suggested snappishly, "otherwise we won't have enough time. The pastures are very extensive."

The farmhand led up a second saddled horse. Rebecca swung herself onto it like a man and barely waited for me to mount before she rode off. I did my best to keep up with her. She set a sharp pace and soon the manor house had disappeared behind us. A few blonde strands escaped her hat and blew in the wind.

We visited several herds in spacious paddocks. All the horses I saw were healthy, well-fed and strong. This did not improve my mood. It wouldn't be easy to beat down the price without seeming impertinent.

The sun was almost at its highest point when Rebecca steered her mount to a flat hill with a small grove growing on the top. She dismounted under the first trees and tied her horse to a branch. I did the same. Together we looked down from the hill, which offered a sweeping view over a large part of the estate.

She took off her hat and the fullness of her golden hair fell down, almost completely covering her face. In between, her blue eyes shone out and a girlish grin played around her lips. Our faces drew closer, and we exchanged a long kiss. Surprised, I felt her hand undo the buttons of my trousers and slide into the fly. Our tongues played an exciting game, and her skillful fingers did the rest to make my member stand up almost immediately.

She freed it from my pants, rubbed it a little and then got down on her knees in front of me. I looked down at her and watched in amazement as she stuck out her tongue and licked my member with relish from the root to the tip. Then she played around the glans with her tongue before opening her lips and sucking lightly on the tip. I was speechless, both because of the strength of the arousal she evoked in me, and because of my amazement that this distinguished lady had mastered techniques that I would rather expect to find in a harbor brothel in Boston.

She closed her mouth completely around my member and took it deep inside her, continuing to play around with her tongue and sucking harder. I grabbed the fullness of her hair with both hands, holding her tight and moving her head back and forth. But before I could come, she freed herself from my grip and stood up. Breathing heavily, I watched as she slipped off her skirt and panties. She leaned back against a tree and beckoned to me: "Come!"