Sandy's riding experience

By Sandy Richardson

Published on Oct 21, 2012

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I hope you enjoy this retelling of something that happened to me last year.

Sandy loved to ride horses. She used to ride all the time as a kid and young teen. As she graduated from high school and started college, she found she had less and less time to spend at the barn. All her old friends there had either moved away or had stopped riding. She had a week off from school in the fall and decided to swing by the barn to see if she still felt that urge to ride again. She parked and walked in, found that one of her favorite horses was available to ride and went out to saddle him up. She had a grand time brushing him, getting the saddle on and riding on the trails for a couple hours. When she got back to the barn, it was later than she thought. She clearly still enjoyed riding and the time had flown by. She pulled off the saddle and blanket and brushed him down. She gave him a treat and then turned him out to pasture. All the old skills came back like it was just yesterday.

When she went to the tack room with the saddle, she was dismayed to see all the low racks were taken. That meant she was going to have to struggle to get her saddle up on a higher rack. As she was considering her options, she heard some noise in the back of the tack room. It was Billie, the lady that helped out around the farm. Sandy remembered when she first started riding – Billie was always there helping kids get their horses saddled up, giving riding lessons, and always lending a hand with a difficult horse. Billie was probably in her early 40's and still looked great. It must be all that outdoors work she did. Billie recognized Sandy and asked how she was doing. She saw that Sandy needed to put the saddle back, so she offered to help. Sandy was glad to have the help since it meant she had a chance of getting out of there at a reasonable time since she'd already spent more time than planned riding the trails. Sandy grabbed the saddle and moved over to an open spot. Billie stood behind her and as Sandy reached up, Billie leaned in against her and helped guide the saddle onto the rack. After letting go of the saddle, Billie still leaned against Sandy. Sandy felt her warm body against her back and wondered what exactly was happening.

Billie's hands dropped down and rested on Sandy's hips, keeping the two women close. Neither moved for a moment. Then Billie pulled on Sandy's hips and brought the two of them even closer. Sandy could feel Billie's chest and hips pressed against her. It wasn't what she expected, but then again, it didn't exactly feel bad either. On impulse, Sandy pushed her butt backwards into Billie's crotch. Billie reacted. Her hands moved down and started to unbutton Sandy's riding pants. "What are you doing?" "What if someone sees us?" Sandy's words were not really a strong protest. Billie had already pushed the tack room door mostly closed, it was late in the day and all the other riders had left.

By now, Billie had Sandy's pants unbuttoned and was pulling them down. Sandy felt Billie's warm hands on her. She wanted more so she turned around and gave in to Billie. She pulled down her underwear and let Billie bury her head in her crotch. Billie's mouth knew what to do – soon Sandy's pussy was being licked and sucked and Sandy was getting wetter and wetter. She moved backwards and leaned against a hay bale as Billie drove her tongue deep inside Sandy. It was all Sandy could do to keep from screaming out loud as Billie's mouth worked her over. Sandy soon began to shake and she could feel her juicy wetness and her pussy muscles started to clench and spasm as Billie worked her tongue in places Sandy didn't even know she had. Just when Sandy thought she couldn't get any more aroused, Billie pushed a finger up into Sandy's anus. Sandy exploded. The tongue and the finger blew her mind. She let out a gasp and her body shook and spasmed.

Suddenly, both of them heard a squeaky noise outside the tack room. Billie turned and looked at the mostly closed door and saw that Nicole the high school intern had been watching the whole time. By Nicole's reaction, it was obvious that she had been giving herself pleasure as she watched. Billie and Sandy were in no shape to do anything other than to tell Nicole to come into the tack room and to close the door firmly behind her. The three ladies stood there looking at each other. Sandy and Billie were spent, but it was obvious that Nicole still had more to go. Billie asked Nicole if they could watch her masturbate. Nicole said she wasn't sure since she never had an audience before. "Neither have we" said Sandy with a laugh. Nicole decided that she had gone this far, why not try something else. So she started to walk around the other two with her hand in her crotch. Nicole's light brown mound looked very soft and inviting. As Nicole walked, she moved her fingers in and out of her slit. Sometimes she pulled her hand out and sucked on her fingers, obviously enjoying the taste of herself. After some time, Nicole was getting aroused. She actually enjoyed being the center of attention and she liked touching herself. As she looked at Sandy and Billie while stroking her pussy, she imagined them down on top of her sucking her pussy juices. This made Nicole hotter and she could feel herself getting close. She walked over to Sandy and climbed up on the hay bale behind her. Nicole's pussy was now at Sandy's eye level and Nicole wanted her full attention. She moved her fingers faster and faster until she finally came again, this time right in front of Sandy. Sandy didn't really know Nicole, but she had this strong desire to taste her. Sandy reached up and grabbed Nicole's legs and pulled Nicole's crotch into her mouth. Sandy lapped up Nicole's juices, pushed her tongue into her a few times and then stepped back. Billie had been watching the whole time, squeezing her nipples and rubbing her shaved pussy. It was obvious that the three of them were going to be spending more time at the barn this fall.

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