A Ride in the Country

This is a hot erotic story about a young blonde horse girl and an older man.

I always go carefully when driving in the countryside as you never know what’s around the next corner. On this particular warm, summer's day what was around the next bend took me completely by surprise, and I was thankful that I was taking it steady. There, right in front of me on the road, stood a grey pony nonchalantly grazing the grass verge, eagerly tucking in to the young cow-parsley. I stopped the car and put my hazard lights on. The pony looked up briefly, then seemingly unperturbed, put his head back down and continued grazing. I couldn’t see or hear any humans so I guessed the pony must be on his own. He had a head collar on but no lead-rope, bridle or saddle, so I surmised that he wasn’t being ridden prior to me finding him; so thankfully I didn’t have to worry about looking for a rider laying injured somewhere.

I felt sure that the pony was too busy eating to run off, so I parked my car in a nearby pull-in. As a dog owner I always have a spare lead in the car, I retrieved this from the boot and cautiously approached the pony. I have horses of my own so I know they can be easily spooked by a stranger approaching them. I spoke softly as I got closer; he looked up again but took no notice of me. I got close enough so that I was able to clip the dog lead to his headcollar. Breed-wise, he looked Welsh, possibly with some Connemara in him; he was about fourteen-hands-high. He had a cheeky look about him.

Once he realised that he had been caught he resigned himself to the fact that his roadside feast was over. I checked him over for any sign of external physical injury but fortunately didn’t find any. I couldn’t recall driving past anywhere that he might have come from, so I guessed his home must be in the direction I was travelling. I set off that way. The pony took to being led obediently, the proper gentleman in fact. He walked soundly, so I was even more confident that he hadn’t injured himself during his escape.

After about two-hundred-yards I came across an access to a farm. There was a metal five-bar gate at the entrance which was slightly ajar. This opened onto a track that led to some agricultural buildings including a farmhouse, stables, a large barn and some smaller sheds. Either side of the long drive there were grass fields divided into separate paddocks by electric fencing. In one of the paddocks closer to the stables I could see a cob-type pony grazing.

I thought it a fair assumption that this is where the pony had escaped from. And even if it wasn’t, it was fair to assume that the farmer would recognise the pony and know where it had come from. I set off down the track towards the farm, closing the gate behind me.

I was about half-way down the track when in the distance I saw someone get in a black pick-up truck. I heard the truck start up but before it moved, it stopped again. Whoever had got in the truck, had got back out again. I was close enough now to discern that it was a young girl. She had obviously spotted me from the cab of the truck. She started running towards me, a Black Labrador dog trying to keep pace at her heels. As she got closer to me she appeared like a girl out of Baywatch. She had long, honey-blonde hair that streamed out behind her as she ran. She also had magnificent breasts that bobbed rhythmically with every stride that she took. It was a mesmerising vision; I was captivated.

When she reached me I could see that she was flushed crimson; I don’t think it was a result of the run, more out of anxiety. Completely ignoring me, she spoke to the pony in a confusing mixture of anger, worry and relief:

“Hercules! Where have you been? You naughty boy!” she exclaimed, “I’ve been looking for you everywhere! I was worried sick.”

The pony assumed he was in trouble from the tone of his owner’s voice, so when she patted and kissed him he must have been really confused. At this point the girl turned to me. Without any introduction she asked:

“Where was he?”

 

“I found him out on the road, grazing the verge.” I replied, “I take it he’s yours?”

 

“On the road?” she repeated, ignoring my question, “He’s a bit of a monkey; he often escapes but he’s never got out on the road before. He usually finds his way into a field of fresh grass. I’ve been frantically looking everywhere; and calling him. How far had he gone?”

 

“He was about two-hundred yards from your drive. Just around the bend.” I explained.

“That far?” the girl gasped, “Oh my God! Anything could’ve happened! And on that bend too!”

 

“The gate at the end of the drive was open. Perhaps he just saw an opportunity to go exploring?” I continued.

 

“We had a feed delivery this morning.” the girl said sounding annoyed, “The driver couldn’t have closed the gate properly.”

 

“I’ve checked him over. He doesn’t appear injured in any way. And he walks sound.” I reassured her, noting that she was probably still in shock at the prospect of what may have happened.

 

“Thank you so much!” she said, relief in her voice, “I’m so grateful.” She genuinely seemed overwhelmed with emotion.

I suppose at this point I should take time out to describe what the girl looked like. I guessed she was aged about twenty. She was petite – about five-feet-tall – but physically fit with a toned body, shapely legs – with strong thighs that many horsey-girls have - and a pert, round bottom. She had long, platinum blonde hair, simply styled with a centre parting so that it framed her pretty face and shone with lustre as it cascaded half-way down her back, giving her a Scandinavian look. She was a very attractive girl with kind blue-grey eyes, a strong jawline, full, eminently kissable lips, and teeth so white they gleamed when she smiled. Although fair-skinned, she was gorgeously tanned; either from spending lots of time out in the fresh air or from a recent holiday in the sun – possibly both. I’ve left her most endearing feature to last – she had the most voluminous breasts. Now I must admit I’m not a huge fan of big tits – much preferring nice legs and a shapely bottom - but even I was taken by hers: they were magnificent. Despite my best efforts I found myself gawping at them.

She was smartly dressed in an expensive looking, tailored bubble-gum pink blouse undone at the neck to give a glimpse of her splendid cleavage, and even a peek of a lacy black bra underneath. She was wearing tight-fitting navy-blue Holland Cooper jodhpurs, with one of their signature matching leather belts around her waist. On her feet she was wearing knee-length, tan leather, Ariat riding boots. She looked stylish and stunning.

Although quietly spoken, she talked confidently given her relatively young age. She had a gleam in her eyes that hinted at cheekiness, even sauciness. The look of trepidation that I’d first witnessed was quickly replaced by overwhelming gratitude.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know you?” she said, “We’ve not met. Hi, I’m Molly.” she continued formally, and held out her hand.

 

I took her hand and shook it. She had a firm, assertive handshake, so vigorous that it caused her stunning boobs to wobble distractingly. I’m sure she caught me glancing at them but instead of being annoyed, she smiled knowingly.

 

“Hello. I’m Baz. Pleased to meet you.” I responded, equally formally.

 

“And this is Layla.” Molly added, indicating the Black Lab sniffing at my boots.

  

I reached down and gave the dog a friendly pat. At this point the pony – Hercules she’d called him – realised that he wasn’t in trouble. He nuzzled into his owner’s chest, nickering softly. She gently kissed his forehead. I’d never been so jealous of a pony!

“Thank you so much Baz for rescuing this naughty reprobate.” Molly said, continuing to fuss the pony, “I owe you big time. I must repay you.”

 

“There’s absolutely no need.” I replied, “Anyone would have done the same.”

 

“Nonsense! You could’ve quite literally prevented a disaster.” she continued, “You’ll be amazed how quick traffic can be on that road; there’s lorries too. I dread to think what might have happened if you hadn’t caught him and brought him back.”

 

As we talked my eyes were constantly drawn to her impressive boobs despite my best efforts not to. That glimpse of black bra was so tantilising.

 

“No harm done. He seems fine.” I reassured her, “He looks pleased to be back.”

 

“Would you like to see them?” Molly asked, out-of-the-blue.

“S-sorry?” I responded, not catching her drift.

 

“My jugs.” she continued, then seeing I was none-the-wiser, she added, “My boobs.”

 

“S-sorry?” I repeated, not believing what she’d said.

 

“Would you like to see my boobs? I know you’ve been gawping at them.” she smiled, “Consider it as a thank you gift.”

 

“R-really?” I stammered, “You’d do that?”

 

“Yes, really.” she grinned, “You would like to see them wouldn’t you?”

 

“Has the pope got a balcony!” I gushed, “Of course I’d love to.”

 

Molly giggled. “That’s settled then. I’ll put Hercules in his stable, then I’ll meet you in the barn in about ten minutes.” she said, indicating which building was the barn.

 

I handed Molly the lead rope and the four of us – me, Molly, Hercules and Layla - walked together towards the buildings, Molly taking over leading the compliant Hercules. We passed the black truck that I’d seen Molly get in from the end of the drive. It was a new Ford Ranger Wildtrack.

 

“Nice motor.” I said, as we walked by it.

 

“Thank you. That’s my baby.” Molly crooned.

 

Such a big, beefy truck seemed incongruous with the petite ‘girly-girl’ walking beside me. After we’d passed the vehicle we set off in different directions: Molly, Hercules and Layla towards the stables, me towards the barn.

The barn was a modern, steel framed structure with concrete block walls to half its height, and vertical ‘hit-and-miss’ vertical timber boards to the top half. The end of the building that I was approaching had large, steel, double doors, big enough to allow a tractor to enter. To one side of these was a single pedestrian door, which I opened easily and entered.

 

The inside of the building was airy without being drafty, in fact it was pleasantly warm. Rays of sunlight streamed laser-like through the gaps in the timber boards, giving the inside an ethereal appearance. The barn was over half full of bales of hay. The rest of the building contained horse paraphernalia, including rug racks, feed bins and an old-fashioned, free-standing, saddle stand. The aroma of the hay was sweet and pungent; I found it quite anacreontic.

I waited in hopeful anticipation, but still doubtful that Molly would go through with what she had intimated. Nevertheless, I was extremely excited just in case she did. My heart was beating fast, I had butterflies in my stomach, and an intense longing in my groin. The longest ten minutes I’d ever endured came and went, there was no sign of Molly. I glanced at my watch, fifteen minutes had past, still no Molly. I was beginning to think it had all been a joke; that she had been pulling my leg all along. Perhaps she had even forgotten that I was waiting? I know from personal experience that it is easy to get distracted when dealing with horses. Disheartened, I was just about to give up and go and look for her when the door opened and Molly strolled in seemingly unfazed that she’d kept me waiting on tenterhooks.

“Sorry about that.” Molly said, nonchalantly, not appreciating the angst she’d put me through, “Once I’d got Hercules in I thought I may as well pick out his feet and rug him up for the night.” she explained, “I hope you didn’t think I’d forgotten you?”

 

“Not at all.” I lied.

 

“You may need this.” Molly said, handing me my dog lead that I‘d used to catch Hercules. Seeing my puzzled look, she added, “Not for now. For your dog when you get home. Although it might be fun to use it now!” she added with a mischievous wink.

 

I took the lead from Molly. She flicked on a switch next to the door and immediately the barn was lit up with overhead fluorescent lighting that gave the whole building a warm glow.

 

“If I’m going to get them out for you, you’ll want it bright enough so that you can see them properly.” Molly smiled, “Are you ready?”

 

I went to confirm that I was but my mouth was so dry with anticipation I found that I couldn’t speak. I nodded expectantly.

Molly stepped forward so that she was standing directly in front of me barely a yard away. I gave an involuntary gasp as her hands moved to her smart pink shirt – she was going to do it! Half of the buttons were already undone; Molly deftly undid the rest and untucked her shirt from the top of her jods. She opened her shirt up to reveal her black lacy bra that was struggling to contain her magnificent boobs. I peered at them open-mouthed. Molly grinned at my reaction, but she wasn’t finished. She completely removed her shirt to totally reveal her pretty bra. Although it was black, it was sheer enough for me to discern her dark areolae and nipples.

 

“Do you like them?” she asked rhetorically – it was obvious that I did – then unbelievably she continued, “Would you like me to take my bra off as well?”

 

“Y-yes please!” I managed to stutter, “If y-you d-don’t mind?”

 

“Okay. Just for you.” she grinned, "As a special thank you."

I watched in disbelief as she put her hands behind her back and undid the clasp of her bra. She then slowly slid her bra off so that her tremendous boobs were gradually exposed. Once they were free she tossed the garment onto the hay and stood directly in front of me completely topless. I gazed at them / her in admiration and wonder. I’ll try to describe Molly’s ‘marvellous melons’, but I doubt I’ll do them justice.

 

First of all I would say they were close-set, with hardly any separation between them; they were positioned close to the centre of her chest so that there was a bigger gap between her breast and her underarm than between her breasts. Her boobs were pleasingly symmetrical – like two peas in a pod. They were slightly tear-drop shape, more rounded and fuller at the bottom than at the top. They appeared firm and perky, no doubt due to muscle build-up from horse riding, and because of her youthfulness. Her areolae were perfectly round, coffee-coloured circles, about the size of a two-pence-piece. Her nipples protruded, standing erect like dust caps. The final point I should mention is that there were no tan lines; Molly was uniformly bronzed, suggesting she’d been sunbathing topless. How I would’ve loved to see that!

“Well? What do you think?” Molly asked, making me jump as she broke my reverie, “They’re a thirty-two. ‘F-cup’, if you’re interested.” she grinned proudly, cupping them in her hands and giving them a little wobble that set my heart racing.

 

“They’re tremendous!” I gushed, “Fantastic!”

 

“Thank you.” she beamed, “I’m so glad you like them.”

 

“I do have an admission to make.” I said, “I’m not usually a fan of big breasts, I’m more of a legs and bottom man. I find large breasts can be saggy and unattractive – particularly on older women – but yours don’t droop at all. They’re great!”

 

“So you’re telling me, after I’ve gone to all this trouble to get my tits out for you, that you’d rather see my bottom?” Molly said, despairingly.

 

“Not at all. I’m just saying that I generally prefer girls with nice bottoms rather than girls with big breasts.” I clarified, then eager not to dig myself deeper into a hole, I added, “Luckily, you’ve got both.”

 

“That’s sweet. Thank you.” Molly sighed, then persisted, “So if I’d given you the choice between seeing my tits and seeing my bottom, which would you have chosen?”

 

“Honestly?” I proffered, “I’d probably have chosen your bottom – sorry.”

 

“That’s okay.” Molly said, “Would you like to see my bottom as well?”

 

“Are you sure?” I responded, taken aback by her immodesty, “I’d love to!” I added quickly before she changed her mind.

 

“Okay. You’ll probably have to give me a hand.” she said cryptically, then seeing my confusion, added by way of explanation, “With my boots.”

Molly sat down on a bale of hay and stuck her right leg out. As I pulled at her tight Ariat boot in an attempt to remove it, Molly’s boobs wobbled enthrallingly. I found it difficult to concentrate on her feet whilst watching her enchanting breasts. Eventually I got the boot off to reveal Molly was wearing shocking-pink socks. Molly then stuck out her left leg and we repeated the process. This boot came off much easier; in fact it came off so fast that it sent me sprawling backwards. This caused Molly much hilarity.

 

Once her boots and socks were off Molly stood up and unfastened the HC buckle on her belt. She then unpopped and unzipped her tight navy blue jods and started to wriggle them down. I waited expectantly for that first thrilling sight of her undies. Her jods were so low now they must be virtually down to her slit – still no sign of her panties. Molly gave a little cough.

 

“Would you mind turning your back for a few seconds?” she asked, sounding embarrassed, “My jods are so tight I’ve pulled my knickers down too. If I carry on you’ll see my pussy!” she chuckled.

“I’m fine. You just carry on. Take no notice of me.” I laughed.

 

“In your dreams!” she exclaimed, “I agreed to show you my bottom, not my pussy. Just turn around. Please.”

 

I dutifully turned my back to Molly. I imagined what was going on – or rather coming off! – behind me. I was so tempted to turn around but I resisted. After what was probably no more than thirty-seconds but seemed like an eternity, Molly spoke again.

 

“Okay, you can turn back again now.” Molly giggled.

I turned around to find Molly standing there in just a tiny black thong, nothing else. Her jods were discarded beside her on the hay. Although she was virtually naked she appeared outwardly confident with no sign of embarrassment. I drank in the glorious sight, intoxicated by her stunning looks. She slowly turned around to give me the full three-sixty view. When she’d got her back to me her thong was so small that her bum cheeks were bare; they were pert, round and oh, so appealing! I was gaining my own self-assurance from seeing her so bold.

 

“Well? Do you like my bottom?” she quizzed.

“It’s terrific!” I swooned, “Do you think you could bend over that saddle-rack to give me an even better look?” I asked, not believing that I had the temerity to make such a request.

 

“That’s cheeky!” she chuckled, “Okay.”

 

She moved over to the saddle-rack and bent over it just as I hoped she would. I quickly moved in close behind her and put my hands either side of her waist. With my new-found confidence I gripped hold of her knickers and quickly pulled them down to her ankles.

 

“That was very naughty!” she admonished me, but her voice was playful rather than terse.

 

She stepped out of her little black panties so that now she was bending over the wooden saddle-rack completely naked. I noticed straight away that, just like her top half, there were no visible tan lines. I definitely wished I’d seen her sunbathing now! I quickly undid my trousers and took out my manhood. Not surprisingly, given the view I was enjoying, it was long and hard. I pulled back my foreskin to expose my sensitive hood. I rubbed it gently against Molly’s bare bum cheeks.

“Is that what I think it is?” Molly giggled, “Would you like to put it in?”

 

Molly moved her feet slightly further apart so that her legs were spread more. I parted her cheeks to reveal her glorious little butt hole. I moved my member in close; it was going to be a tight fit. When Molly felt it press against her she gripped the saddle-rack so tightly with her hands either side of her that her knuckles went white. With Molly suitably braced, I slowly pushed my member in. Molly gasped as she felt it enter. I reached around her and grasped her magnificent boobs in my hands and gave them a gentle squeeze, they were firm but pliable. I leaned in and kissed Molly’s neck close to her ear lobes. Molly purred with pleasure. Using her arms for leverage, Molly pushed back so that my member was driven deeper into her. I could feel her soft, fleshy cheeks against the base of my shaft; unbelievably I was fully inserted. She gasped even louder and started to rock back and forth. After doing this half-a-dozen times she suddenly stopped.

“That feels so good.” she whimpered, “But I really want to see it.”

 

“Sorry?” I questioned, not for the first time today I hadn’t grasped what Molly was intimating.

 

“I want to see your cock.” she stated bluntly, “Please let me see it.” she added more pleadingly.

From the sensation in my balls I wasn’t far from discharging. Never-the-less, I slowly withdrew my member from her butt. As it came out it made a plopping, sucking noise. Once it was fully out Molly turned to face me. She looked down at my erection.

 

“Wow! No wonder it felt tight!” she exclaimed, “That’s quite a package you’ve got there.”

 

Now that she was facing me I had a great view of her vulva. She was shaved silky smooth down there. Her pubic mound was virtually imperceptible. Her slit itself was small, tight and fuchsia pink. The folds of her labia barely protruded at all. It was delightful; and so inviting. Molly caught me staring at it.

“You’re ogling my pussy aren’t you?” she giggled, "I wasn't going to show you that!"

 

“It is rather cute.” I said guiltily.

 

“I suppose you’d like to put it in there now?” she chuckled.

 

“Yes please!” I gushed.

“Strip off then.” she commanded.

 

I quickly removed all my clothes as Molly watched. This wasn’t such a great ordeal as it ought to have been since Molly had already seen my most private parts. My cock was still proudly erect. Once I was completely naked we moved over to the hay. Molly laid down on her back, spread her legs and used her fingers to make her vulva more accessible. I gently lowered myself down on top of her. As my erect cock neared her inviting vulva Molly started giggling. I looked at her in embarrassment, wondering what she found so funny about me.

 

“I’m so sorry!” she blushed, “The hay is tickling my bottom!”

 

Reassured that she wasn’t laughing at me, I resumed my approach. The sensitive end of my cock touched Molly’s receptive vulva, her flaps parted and I was soon inside. Molly used her strong pelvic and thigh muscles to thrust up to meet me. We were both soon in rhythm, rising and falling as one in the fresh, aromatic hay. As we kissed passionately I once again fondled Molly’s ample breasts: they really were a handful! At one point I stopped kissing Molly’s full lips and instead sucked on her nipples, feeling them harden with my tongue. For her part Molly was firmly gripping my bum and pushing me deeper into her. As our lovemaking got more intense, I could feel Molly digging her fingernails into my buttocks. I was deep inside her when I started to spurt, not once but multiple times. Molly was wet too, and I could tell from her breathlessness, and from the noises that she was making, that she’d peaked too.

 

Once I was spent I rolled off her and we lay side-by-side on the hay. I put my hand between her legs and gently caressed her damp vulva. Meanwhile Molly was sensitively massaging my balls. I’d known this girl less than an hour yet our intimacy felt so natural. I gazed at her: she really was an amazingly attractive young girl with a wonderful body. I couldn’t believe that I’d just made love with her. How lucky was I?

 

“That was fun.” she purred, “I hope you enjoyed it?”

 

“I certainly did! You were terrific!” I told her.

 

“You weren’t so bad yourself.” she replied, then a broad grin spread across her face and she started to laugh.

 

“What’s so funny?” I asked.

“I was just thinking that when I left home this morning to come to the yard to do the horses I never for one minute imagined I’d end up naked in the hay barn with a complete stranger rubbing my pussy!” she laughed.

 

“I’m so sorry!” I said, and took my hand away.

 

“Don’t apologise.” she reassured me, “I’m enjoying it. In fact I’m enjoying it a bit too much!” she grinned.

I put my hand back between her legs and stroked her soft little pussy again. This time I let my fingers breach her flaps and explore a bit deeper. Her box was small and tight so I easily found her clit, which was about the size of a chickpea. I tickled it and flicked it with my fingers.

 

“Mmm. That feels so good.” Molly sighed, “I’m getting wet again.” she chucked.

 

She let me carry on for a bit longer before she added:

 

“Although that feels great, I’m the one that’s supposed to be giving you pleasure as a thank you for rescuing Hercules.”

 

“Oh, don’t worry. I’m enjoying it too!” I confirmed.

 

“You’ve had two out of the three, would you like the third?” she continued cryptically.

 

Once again I was confounded by what Molly was suggesting. I looked at her perplexed.

 

“Stand up!” she instructed assertively.

 

I withdrew my fingers from her vulva and stood up. I got the impression that when Molly told you to do something you did it. My member was about three-quarters erect now. Molly half got up, knelt in front of me, wrapped her fingers around my cock and started to stroke it, her boobs bobbing in rhythm to her fondling. Within moments I was fully erect again. Molly smiled at the speed of my reaction and the size of my member; she expertly pushed my foreskin back to reveal my dome once more.

 

She gathered her hair behind her head and leant in, her intention clear: I now knew what she’d meant by me having had two out of the three! She held my cock in her right hand, spat on the end, then inserted it in her mouth, closing her luscious lips around it. What she did next with her mouth and tongue was magical, absolutely mind-blowing. Gasping with pleasure, I put my hands behind her head, and stroking her silky hair, urged her forward. I watched in disbelief as she took in my whole shaft. How she did it without gagging or choking I’ll never know. She slid her mouth up and down my member, at the same time working it with her hand. I groaned loudly in ecstasy. I had thought I’d been completely drained when we’d made love earlier; I was wrong! The completion of my ‘hat-trick’ turned out to be a messy affair! Not only did she have my juices in her mouth and running down her chin, but as I withdrew I squirted more over her boobs. I was so embarrassed!

 

“I’m so sorry.” I pleaded, “I couldn’t help myself.”

 

“No need to apologise.” she reassured me, wiping her breasts with a handful of hay, “I see it as a compliment. I pride myself on my prowess at Jo Blobs.” she giggled, “Do you think I’m hot?”

 

“I find you unbelievably hot!” I admitted, "You'd make a fortune on the internet."

 

“Thank you.” she smiled, "That means a lot."

 

We laid together in the hay for a while neither of us speaking.

 

“I suppose I ought to go and check on Hercules.” Molly said, reluctantly getting to her feet.

 

“Give him a special pat from me.” I said, standing up alongside her, “If he hadn’t escaped none of this would’ve happened.”

“I will.” Molly smiled, “Even though he was a naughty boy to escape.”

 

Molly bent over to pick up her discarded panties. I couldn’t resist it, it gave her bare bottom a sharp, lusty slap.

 

“Ouch!” Molly screamed in surprise, “You’re a naughty boy too!” she chuckled, “Perhaps I should put you in the stable to punish you?”

 

“If I get fed, watered, a clean bed – and you ride me at least once a day – that sounds good to me.” I laughed.

 

“Only once?” Molly grinned, slipping back into her panties, “And what shall I call you? Bearing in mind that I’ve already got a Hercules and an Apollo.”

 

“I’d have to be Eros then.” I smiled, “The Greek god of love and sex!”

THE END

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