Jake's horse, leading the way, splattered across a swift, shallow stream, its hooves clattering on the polished rocks of the bed, then scrambled up the opposite bank. The horse was a multi-colored appaloosa. Normally a docile sort of riding hack, now it was acting nervous and skittish. Jake wasn't bothered. He was a fine horseman and wasn't troubled by his mount's nervousness, but he did wonder what on earth had livened up the old brute.
Jake's horse was a gelding.
He had been gelded at an early age to make him placid as a riding hack and to behave himself, concentrating on learning to be ridden rather than having equine desires to ride a mare.
So the appaloosa had never had sex.
Neutered before he was old enough to want sex, the horse didn't even know what it was.
But he still had keen animal senses.
The horse had been aware that something very strange was happening to the stud steed behind him, something that the gelded appaloosa could not understand, but which, he sensed, was a real treat for that unaltered horse.
He didn't know what he was missing, but he sensed damned well that he was missing something.
Jake felt skittish and nervous, himself. Although he didn't know that the gorgeous woman behind him had jacked her mount off between her boots. Jake was not gelded, and his balls were full of a load of cum that needed to be emptied every bit as much as the prancing horse between Marion's clinging thighs.
His prick was sticking up in front of him just like an extra horn on his big western saddle. His erection was so firm that he could have roped a steer to it.
Did he dare hope?
He knew that older women found him attractive, and he knew that most women who rode horses were a horny bunch, but Marion was so beautiful that the young cowboy hardly dared to get his hopes up.
Still, he would give her every opportunity.
A few hundred yards after they had crossed the stream, Jake came to a secluded glade opening out from the narrow track. It was a logical place to take a break.
Jake reined in and waited for Marion to come up.
She halted beside him. He admired the way she rode so easily, even without a saddle, although he had been surprised when she requested a bareback trek. Those lean, supple thighs, he was thinking, would be perfect wrapped around his haunches as he pounded his prick in between them. He wondered if she liked to do it on top, riding a lucky man just as she rode a horse, saddled on a prick. Or did she prefer to be ridden, her ass churning under a man's driving loins? Or – sad thought – didn't she do it at all, except with her husband?
Marion sat on her horse beside him, their knees brushing.
Her face was flushed, Jake noticed. He guessed that he was plenty flushed, too.
"Ready for a break?" he asked.
"Sure," she said, nodding.
Jake hesitated. He had a problem. Snug in the saddle, his erection was hidden by the pommel of his saddle, but as soon as he dismounted, his hard-on was going to be obvious. Still, maybe that wasn't such a bad idea. She couldn't blame him for getting a hard-on, as long as he didn't make any unwelcome advances. And maybe if she saw how big and stiff his cock was, she might get the idea, even if she had not entertained any such thought previously.
Jake slid down to the ground.
He helped Marion dismount, his fingers trembling as he touched her firm thigh.
For an awkward moment, they were face to face, and he had a terrible urge to take her into his arms.
Then she had turned away.
Marion was about to work her subtle scheme.
She raised her arm and cried: "Oh! Oh, dear!"
Jake thought a bee had stung her. He wondered if he should suck the poison out. He hoped the bee had stung her on the tit.
But then she said: "I seem to have lost my watch. It must have dropped off along the trail somewhere."
Damn, thought Jake.
He could suck poison out of a bee sting, but sucking on a wrist would do no good for a missing watch.
He hadn't remembered her wearing a watch, come to think of it, but he had no reason to doubt her. What possible reason could the woman have to lie about it?
"Jake, would you…" She gave him a level look from her beautiful jade-green eyes, and Jake knew he would do anything she wanted. "Would you be a dear boy and ride back the way we came, and see if you can find my watch? It's a… err… a Lady Hamilton."
"Errr… well, sure. But we'll both be going back that way. Wouldn't it be better to ride back together… after we take a break… so that we can both keep an eye out for it?"
Jake didn't want to leave her.
"It's a very valuable watch," Marion said.
"I'll be very worried until it's found… or at least until it's looked for. I'd really be grateful if you'd ride back now, Jake. Then I'll be able to relax and…" Her eyes gleamed meaningfully, looking right at him. "And we can enjoy a nice long break here… together."
Jake gulped.
Was she hinting… promising… oh, Jesus!
Marion said: "It's so romantic here. I'd like to stay for an hour or two. We can get to know each other, Jake."
"Right!" he squawked. "I'll hurry. Errr – I mean, I'll look carefully for the watch, but I'll hurry back if I find it."
"Thank you, Jake. I'll be so grateful to you. Even if you don't find the watch, I'll be grateful. You know what I mean?"
Jake almost fainted.
So much blood surged into his cock when he heard those suggestive words that his brain was starved for oxygen. The front of his tight jeans throbbed wildly. She must have seen his hard-on! How could she not have seen it? His prick was as big as a redwood, it was bucking like a bronco! Of course, she had seen it! And she must intend to show her gratitude by taking care of it!
Christ, he sure hoped he could find that damned watch… and find it fast, before his cock burst into flames!
Marion turned half away. She stood slightly swaybacked, so that her lovely, firm tits were thrust out and her slim hips tucked in. He gazed at her in profile, his expression one of pure worship. He saw that she was smiling slightly, that she looked amused. Was she laughing at his obvious desire?
Oh, Lord, don't let her be a cockteaser, he prayed.
Jake sprang into the saddle.
The bulk of his hard-on threw him off balance, and he almost fell right off the other side. Only his fine horseman's instincts saved him. He tottered back and forth, grasping the gelding by the mane, his cock banging up against the saddle. His balls felt like balloons under him.
"I'll be back soon," he promised.
"I'll be waiting, Jake… gratefully."
Jake, dizzy with lust, clicked and turned the appaloosa. They trotted back down the trail. Jake didn't dare look back. He wanted to think that Marion was already starting to get undressed, preparing for his return, and he didn't want to look back and see it, if she wasn't. If nothing else, he could have the pleasure of his imagination and the anticipation of his pleasure.
But the gelding looked back.
Turning its placid head, it gazed at the stallion and the woman in bewilderment. Just what the hell could the two of them have in common?
The appaloosa sure as hell sensed that it was missing more than its balls!
Marion watched Jake ride down the trail.
Marion was not, as he feared, a cockteaser. Although she was not promiscuous and seldom committed adultery, once she had given a young man a promise, she was not going to disappoint him.
She didn't intend to disappoint Jake, either.
When the boy got back after his futile search for a Lady Hamilton watch that did not exist. Marion intended to suck his prick and drink his cum, then let him fuck the ass off her.
She wanted it as much as he did.
But first, she wanted something else.
Marion wanted to make the horse come again.