Schoolboy's Dream

A coming of age story about a young lad who falls for his riding instructor.

Mildly erotic'

I was raised on a farm in the countryside in southeast England, and from an early age it was expected of me to ride horses. Most Saturdays would find me at the local riding school. Our instructor, Mrs McBride, was a short, formidable, dour Scottish lady of advanced years who taught mostly through fear and intimidation, backed up with a loud, rasping voice. She had a dislike of children, particularly boys, and even more particularly those of us that didn’t have a natural ‘seat’ when in the saddle. Needless-to-say, I wasn’t one of her favourite students and was regularly on the receiving end of her thunderous outbursts! I’d often go home with the expression ‘Inside leg, outside rein’ ringing in my ears. I’m sure the expression will be carved into her headstone when she dies!        

 

I think she only tolerated me because my parents could be relied on to pay regularly. Despite often being shouted at for my position in the saddle – the term ‘sack of spuds’ oft being used – I did enjoy my time there. Mostly because many of my friends from the village, all girls, also attended. And I did like being around the horses and ponies, most of which were docile and compliant.

This was fine all the time I attended the village primary school but things changed when, at age eleven, I moved up to ‘big school’ in the nearby town. Suddenly being the boy that rode horses was seen as being unusual – and girly. I became the butt of many jokes and was generally teased. I was often called ‘gay’ because of my hobby. This was bizarre because my horsey friends were all girls, whereas the boys that mocked me at school spent all their time with other lads, and would often shower together in communal facilities after playing football.

By the time I was fourteen a combination of factors were coming together to make horse riding as a pastime less attractive. I continued to be one of Mrs McCabe’s least-liked – and least proficient – pupils, as a result I was getting shouted at more frequently and vociferously; the bullying about my hobby at school was, if anything, getting worse rather than better; I’d realised myself that I’d never be a truly competent rider, and I had no desire to become a competitive horseman. The only things that kept me going were my love of the horses, and the female acquaintances that I had made. Not that I expected anything to come of those friendships as I was too shy to talk to any of the girls. And anyway, they were more into their ponies than into boys. I was going to the riding school less often and my riding, which was never stylish, deteriorated further.

I was on the brink of giving up riding altogether when something miraculous happened; Mrs McBride unexpectedly retired and was replaced by Miss Elisha Howard. Elisha was just eighteen years old and a promising, up-and-coming event rider. She moved her competition horses into the yard where the riding school was based but committed to carry on teaching those of us already there so that the income from lessons helped pay for her own equine interests. She was a kind, friendly, quiet, unassuming girl who put us all at ease from day-one. She taught through demonstration and example rather than domination and fear. She was always quick with praise when we did something right, and forgivingly tolerant of our mistakes. Despite her relative youth, she was already a knowledgeable and talented rider and horsewoman, and perhaps because of her young age, she was an empathetic instructor. In all the years I’d been under Mrs McBride’s tutelage I’d never once seen her on a horse, whereas Elisha was rarely off one. I learnt more from watching her for a few hours than I did under months of instruction from Mrs McBride. And boy did I enjoy watching Elisha - she was gorgeous!

I was at that age when I’d started to notice how girls looked. Elisha was a very attractive girl. She was about five foot four tall, slim with typical ‘horsey-girl legs’ – that is shapely with strong thighs, a cracking, athletic figure with awesome breasts and the cutest bottom that looked just divine in the jodhpurs that she invariably wore. She had long, golden blond hair, inviting dark brown puppy-dog eyes and a splendidly disarming smile. Her skin was youthfully fresh and peachy, and she was naturally tanned from spending so much time outdoors. Alongside her stunning looks she had a delightful personality too; cheerful, optimistic, joyous, yet modest and self-deprecating, with a fun, cheeky – slightly saucy - side. I was completely besotted with her from the moment I saw her. She was my first real crush – I adored her!

Needless to say, any thoughts I had of giving up riding were soon banished. Whereas I’d got to the stage where I was only having lessons on occasional Saturdays, now I made sure I attended every Saturday. I also started going to the yard after school even when I didn’t have a lesson. I’d do anything to help Elisha out: tidying the yard, mucking out, grooming, poo-picking, feeding, cleaning tack; stacking hay, raking the sand-school, whatever she asked me to do I’d willingly do it. In return for my help, Elisha started to give me extra lessons. Although I still possessed no natural, innate talent, my riding started to improve, as did my confidence.

I admit I was sexually naïve. I had lots of girl friends but I’d never had a girlfriend. Don’t get me wrong, I liked girls, but I was shy, and being with them made me nervous. To be honest, I didn’t ‘get them’; I didn’t understand them. But with Elisha I had some sort of awakening. I thought about her all of the time. I wrote her name on my schoolbooks. I even carved our initials in a large tree in the wood near where we lived (Somewhere out-of-the way so no one else was likely to see it!). I dreamt about her. My heart ached whenever we were apart, and I couldn’t wait to see her. When I was with her I’m sure my heartbeat got faster. I also started to get a strange – but not unpleasant – aching in my groin area, and other things began to happen ‘down there’ when I thought about her. Peculiarly my willy started to swell up when I thought of her. I don’t know if Elisha was conscious of my feelings towards her; I certainly never told her. My confidence may have improved but I was still too shy to discuss such matters with her. Anyway, I’m sure in her eyes I was just a kid.

Frustratingly, most of the time I had to share Elisha’s company with other people. The riding school had started to get busy again as Elisha’s reputation as an effective teacher grew. Occasionally, usually on weekday evenings, I got Elisha all to myself. These special times were the best! Not that we did anything out-of-the-ordinary; usually we just sat in silence cleaning tack or getting feed ready. If we did talk it was mundane stuff like her asking how I’d got on at school that day. My replies were always short and stuttering. I yearned for her so much that I struggled to find the words to converse with her. I longed to tell her how stunning and sexy I thought she was, and how much I worshipped her. To let her know the impact she had on me. Instead I just mumbled inane platitudes. She must have thought I was a bit of an eejit.

This particular Wednesday evening after school was one of those ‘special times’ that I cherished when I had Elisha all to myself. One of the riding school ponies, Pogo, had been misbehaving during jumping lessons. She had developed a habit of occasionally refusing to jump. As a result a couple of pupils had fallen off. Fortunately no one had been injured. Elisha was determined to break Pogo of this trait by riding her herself over some small fences in the sand school. She asked if I could assist by setting up and adjusting the fences as she instructed. Of course, I was delighted to help.

It was a warm, summers evening and Elisha was dressed in a pale blue polo top, tight white jodhpurs, and highly-polished, long, dark brown leather riding boots. She always looked immaculate, even when just pottering around the yard. It may have merely been my over-active imagination but I was convinced Elisha’s jodhpurs were slightly see-through and I could perceive she was wearing tiny blue panties underneath. As ever, she looked ravishing.

Working together we set up three small jumps in the sand-school: a double of cross-poles on one of the long-sides and a single vertical pole fence on the opposite side. When Elisha was satisfied with the height and distances of the jumps she led Pogo into the school and asked me to leg her up. What a treat! I not only got to see the girl of my dreams, but I also got to physically touch her as well! As I took hold of her ankle and helped her into the saddle I was even more convinced that her jods were see-through, and she was wearing blue panties! I felt the blood rush to my groin and my willy started to go stiff.

Once aboard, Elisha soon had Pogo in a nice rhythmic canter around the arena. It was a pleasure to watch. Pogo responded to her directions willingly. Elisha’s pert breasts moved bouncingly in time with the pony’s gait, and her long blond hair streamed out behind her like ripe corn swaying in the summer breeze. It was poetry in motion.

When Elisha was satisfied that Pogo was warmed up she presented her to the cross-poles, which she jumped in her stride with no hint of hesitation. She cantered around to the upright poles which again she took fluently and willingly. Elisha did this a couple more times before instructing me to raise the poles slightly higher. Once I’d raised the fences by about six inches Elisha repeated the process. Again Pogo jumped impeccably. I stood in admiration at the way Pogo yielded to Elisha’s almost imperceptible instructions. I raised the poles another six inches. Elisha said she’d do a couple more circuits then she’d get off and let me have a go to see if Pogo went as well for me. Normally I would have been nervous at the prospect but just being with Elisha filled me with confidence.

Then disaster struck. Pogo approached the upright fence and on her take-off stride she just stopped with no warning. The forward momentum propelled Elisha head-first out of the saddle and over both Pogo’s head and the jump. Seemingly in slow motion she did a half-summersault in mid-air and landed flat on her back in the sand looking up at Pogo’s bemused face. As spills go this was one of the most graceful and acrobatic I’d witnessed. It would certainly feature in any decent ‘horse fails’ videos on YouTube. Initially I wasn’t too concerned about Elisha’s well-being; it had literally been a ‘soft fall’ onto the sand. Elisha didn’t appear to bang her head at any point and didn’t seem to land awkwardly. I quite expected her to get straight up, smile, and get back in the saddle. Elisha had taken the reins with her and these ended up tangled around Pogo’s front legs. I rushed over to them. Fearful that Pogo might panic and either injure herself or put Elisha at more harm, I swiftly untangled the reins and led Pogo away, securing her to the arena fence well away from where Elisha lay.

Worryingly, Elisha hadn’t moved. I hurried back to where Elisha lay supine in the sand, fully aware that there was no one in the vicinity that I could call on for help. I had done some very basic first aid at school but I wasn’t sure that I was prepared for this. I knew that the first rule was not to panic; easier said than done, especially when you’re completely infatuated with the stricken patient.

I knelt down at Elisha’s side; even now she looked adorable, like Sleeping Beauty; her blond hair had spread out radiantly to frame her beautiful face. I tapped her on the shoulder and said her name; there was no response. I shook her shoulders gently while repeating her name, still she didn’t respond. There was no outward sign of any injury – she looked just as perfect as she always did. I felt her forehead, she didn’t seem to be particularly hot or cold.  I tipped her head back slightly to ensure her airway was open prior to checking for breathing. I leant in close to Elisha’s face – close enough to kiss her; and boy did I want to kiss her! I sighed with relief when I could sense her warm breath against my cheek, and could hear her faint, shallow breaths. I thought that to make sure she was breathing regularly I should put my hand on her chest to feel if it was rising and falling rhythmically.

With trembling fingers I undid the buttons on her polo shirt. I noticed straight away that she was wearing a white lacy bra. I slid my hand in the front of her shirt. My fingers tingled as they touched her bra; it sent a shiver of excitement down my spine. I let my hand wander down over her bra onto her breast. Through the delicate lacy material I could feel her chest moving regularly. I could also feel her heartbeat which was regular and strong. Suitably reassured, but still unbelievably stimulated, I couldn’t help but slide my hand inside one of her bra cups. I squeezed her magnificent boob, finding it to be firm yet malleable to my touch. I pinched her nipple between my fingers, surprised how hard and erect it was. It wasn’t the only thing that was hard and erect!

Reluctantly I withdrew my hand from inside her shirt. Although she was still unresponsive I was at least relieved that she was breathing fairly normally and her pulse was strong. What should I do next? I recalled from my limited first aid training that if someone had feinted it was good practice to improve the air flow around them and loosen any tight clothing. I looked down at Elisha’s jodhpurs; they were certainly tight. Perhaps I should undo them? I shuffled down level with Elisha’s waist. I tentatively undid the buckle of Elisha’s thin leather belt. I could see that her jods had a press stud and zip fly at the front. With shaking hands I reached out and unpopped the fastening at the top, then slowly slid the zip down. I then peeled the jods open to reveal a triangle of bare flesh and a glimpse of cotton panties. As I’d surmised earlier, they were pale blue. I stared in wonder at the glorious view. I really wanted to pull her jods down lower so that I got an even better view of her pretty panties and maybe even pull those down too, but despite being undone, unfortunately her jods were still too tight to budge.

Emboldened by what I’d done moments before with Elisha’s bra, I decided that if I couldn’t see any more of her panties at least I could feel them. I slipped my hand inside her jodhpurs and onto her panties; they were as soft to the touch as kittens fur. I let my fingers linger there for a while then I slid them inside her panties. Her skin was so soft and tender. I wasn’t sure what I was feeling; it was like a mound of cushiony flesh. Then my heart skipped a beat; the tips of my fingers felt an opening. It must be her ‘girl-hole’! I knew of such things but I’d never seen a real one and I’d certainly never touched one. I gently stroked the entrance to it, noting how spongy it felt. Although it was tight like a drumskin I probed two of my fingers into it and started to explore. It was luxuriant, like dipping my fingers into warm, melted chocolate

Elisha let out a groan; it made me jump out of my skin. The lower part of her body writhed slightly. I quickly withdrew my fingers from her ‘girl hole’ and removed my hand from inside her undies. I scuttled back to be by her head. She was moaning lightly but it didn’t seem to be a painful noise; if anything, bizarrely, it sounded like she was groaning with pleasure. I took hold of Elisha’s shoulders and gently shook them again as I repeated her name. She gradually came to in my hands.

“W-what happened?” she stuttered.

“Thank God!” I exclaimed in relief, “I was worried you were never going to come round!”

“Why? W-what happened?” she repeated hesitantly, “I had the strangest sensation.”

I explained how Pogo had suddenly stopped and she had somersaulted off her quite spectacularly and landed on her back..

“Is Pogo alright?” she interrupted me, concerned more about her mount than she was about herself.

“She’s fine. Just feeling a bit guilty I think.” I reassured her, “She did get her reins tangled up but I sorted them out. She is safely tied up to the fence now out of harm’s way.”

”Well done.” Elisha said.

“More to the point, how do you feel?” I asked, “I’ve been really worried about you. You were out cold. What strange sensation?”

“How long was I out for?” she asked, her voice getting more coherent, “And don’t worry about the strange sensation – it’s gone now. It must have just been a dream.”

“No more than a minute or so. But enough time to push my anxiety levels through the roof.” I said, “Especially as I was on my own.”

“What did you do while I was unconscious?” Elisha asked, “Did you phone for help?

I was going to have to be careful how I answered this. I could hardly tell her the truth now could I?

“I checked your vital signs: temperature, breathing, pulse. Then I looked for any obvious signs of broken bones, bleeding, or other external injury. I knew you hadn’t hit your head. I was about to call for an ambulance when you came round.” I explained.

“Listen to you, a proper little Florence Nightingale!” Elisha chuckled, “You’ve done really well, better than most grown-ups. The only thing you could have done differently is to dial 999 first and get an ambulance on the way. Remember that for next time if, God forbid, it ever happens again.”

 

“Sorry.” I said, “Calling an ambulance was my next job.”

“Absolutely no need to apologise.” Elisha reassured me, “You didn’t panic. And Pogo and me are safe because of your actions. I’m really proud of you.”

Elisha’s gratitude and compliment gave me a warm, fuzzy feeling inside. What she did next trumped even that; she leant forward and kissed me tenderly on the cheek. I thought I was going to explode.

“Now nurse, do you think I can get up?” she enquired, and started to sit up.

“Do you have any pain anywhere? Particularly in your neck or back?” I asked, still concerned, and relishing my role in caring for my adorable patient.

“All I feel is rather foolish for putting you through this.” she said, “I actually feel fine. Just a bit stiff that’s all.”

I was a bit stiff too, but that was understandable!

I helped Elisha get to her feet but to be honest she could quite easily have managed without me. As she stood up her jods flopped open.

“Oops!” she said, and quickly zipped them up, fastening the press stud and buckled-up her belt, hoping I had not noticed.

“How do you feel now?” I asked quickly, trying to distract her from the fact her jods had been undone, “Not queasy at all?”

“I’m fine.” she reassured me, “No need for an ambulance. You were right not to call one.” she laughed.

“Can you walk okay?” I asked, “Do you need a hand?”

“I’m eighteen not eighty!” Elisha admonished me, “Honestly, I’m fine! Just a bit sandy that’s all; particularly on my bum!”

“Do you want me to brush it off?” I said in all innocence not thinking what I was offering to do.

 

“Cheeky!” she chuckled, “Although after all you’ve done for me letting you feel my bottom is the least I can do!” she smiled.

“I’m sorry.” I blushed, “I wasn’t thinking.”

“I was only joking.” she grinned, “You do like my bottom though don’t you?” As she spoke she turned her bottom towards me, bent over slightly and patted the sand off.

I blushed even more as I watched. She really did have the cutest bottom, and I could see the outline of her blue panties through her jodhpurs. To think, not long previous, I’d had my hand inside them. If only Elisha knew; she wouldn’t be so playful now.

“You’re enjoying watching my bottom way too much!” she scolded all-be-it seemingly light-heartedly, “Tell you what, you put Pogo away and then come and find me in the hay barn.”

 

I hurried away to where Pogo was tied up, relieved to be out of what was proving to be an embarrassing situation, but also keen to find out why Elisha wanted to meet me in the hay barn: we had already filled the hay nets for the night.

I led Pogo to her stable, untacked her, rugged her up for the night and gave her her evening feed. She seemed completely oblivious to the turmoil she’d left in her wake during her jumping lesson.

As I busied myself with Pogo I kept going over in my mind all that I’d seen and done. It was incredible to think I’d actually felt inside Elisha’s bra and panties. By the time I’d finished with Pogo I had convinced myself that the reason Elisha wanted to see me was that she’d worked out what I’d done earlier. She would probably banish me from the yard and I’d never see her again. She may even tell my parents.

I was a nervous wreck, full of trepidation by the time I made my way to the hay barn. The barn was a large steel and timber structure with a concrete floor. It had heavy double doors at one end that were big enough for a tractor to be driven in. There was a pedestrian door to the side of the double doors; it was through this that I entered hesitantly. The building was ominous, foreboding; it matched my mood. Inside the barn was well lit with overhead fluorescent strip lights. The far end of the barn was stacked out with bales of hay, taking up about half of the storage space. The hay was this year’s crop and smelt delightful. The rest of the barn was virtually empty apart from a few horse turnout rugs hanging to dry.

 

Elisha was already there, dressed exactly the same as when I’d left her. My heart always beat faster when I saw her, and it did so now, however this time the reason was completely different; rather than nervous excitement, this was abject fear. Elisha had pulled a few bales into the middle of the empty end of the barn and positioned them just a couple of feet apart. She invited me to sit on one, which I did, and she sat on the other. She was as stunning as ever – a real ‘femme fatale’. It looked and felt like I was going to be interrogated. All she needed was a powerful lamp to shine in my face and the scene would be complete.

“Don’t look so worried.” she said, “You’ve not done anything wrong. At least, I don’t think you have.”

Was that supposed to put me at ease? If it was, it failed miserably. Was she hinting that she knew I’d done something wrong but wasn’t quite sure what? Elisha smiled at me disarmingly and started to speak.

“Firstly, is Pogo okay?” she asked.

“She’s fine. Eating her tea without a care in the world.” I replied, I’ve rugged her up for the night.”

“Ah, bless her.” Elisha said.

I hoped Elisha would be as forgiving to me. Elisha continued:

“I wanted to thank you again for what you did this evening. I won’t be dramatic and say you saved my life, but you did respond commendably in what must have been a very challenging and stressful situation.” she started, “From what you’ve told me you did everything you could to care for me and for Pogo. As I said at the time, I’m proud of you.”

 

I had this ominous feeling that there was a but coming. She took a deep breath and then continued:

“But there’s just one thing that’s concerning me. If I ask you about it will you promise to tell me the truth?”

So this was it. She did know. I could feel my face redden as I couldn’t see any way out. I was a dreadful liar, I always have been, I knew I wouldn’t be able to lie to Elisha. I was going to have to admit to all that I had done, and my world was about to fall apart. I was going to lose everything that I held dear, including the love of my life. I wanted to cry.

“Of course I’ll tell you the truth. I would never lie to you.” I replied, my voice quivering, “Have I done something wrong?” I asked, wanting to bring the preamble to a close as quickly as possible and cut to the chase.

“I’m not sure.” Elisha said candidly, she sounded apprehensive, “When I came round earlier my belt and jodhpurs were undone – not just the popper but the zip as well. How did that happen?” she asked, looking me straight in the eyes.

“I did it.” I admitted forthrightly, returning her gaze, “I remembered from my first aid lessons that when someone faints it is good practice to loosen tight clothes. I undid a couple of buttons on your shirt and, as your jods were tight, I undid those too.”

“Oh, that makes sense.” she agreed, seemingly surprised by my openness. “Now I want you to be completely honest with me. When you undid my jods did you see anything that you shouldn’t have?” The nervousness in her voice remained.

“I did.” I said softly, hanging my head in shame. I couldn’t look her in the face now, “I’m so sorry.” I added humbly.

“Tell me, what did you see?” Elisha persisted, sounding even more uneasy, “Be honest."

“I saw your blue panties.” I admitted, ashamedly, “It was only just a glimpse, honest.” I added hurriedly, as if that made it better.

“My panties? Is that all?” Elisha continued, “Nothing else?”

“And a bit of your tummy.” I confirmed, “This bit.” I continued, indicating with my hands on my own body what I meant.

“Are you sure you didn’t see anything more private?” she persisted, then asked me directly, “Do you known what a girl’s vulva is?”

I shifted uncomfortably on the bale; I could feel my face flushing even more. I’d never been so embarrassed or panicky. I was trying desperately hard not to cry. I wanted to get up and run; I gripped the strings on the bale to stop myself from fleeing. Yet at the same time I found the experience intoxicating, exciting. When Elisha had mentioned her panties I had felt the blood surge to my groin; I had been stiff since I’d first seen them when I’d loosened her jods. I hesitated. Was I supposed to know what a girl’s vulva was? Was it bad that I didn’t know?

“Well?” Elisha pressed, I could sense the tension in her voice.

“Sorry, I don’t know.” I admitted, timidly, looking at the ground and hoping it would swallow me up.

“That’s okay. What about a girl’s pussy? Do you know what that is?” Elisha probed.

I fidgeted with the baler twine and stared at the concrete floor. I thought I knew the answer to this one but I wasn’t sure. I was finding this whole conversation excruciatingly painful. Without looking up I mumbled:

“Yes. It’s another name for a girl’s ‘hole’. I think.”

“Sorry, I didn’t catch that?” Elisha said.

“It’s another name for a ‘girl-hole’.” I repeated slightly louder. I was so embarrassed just saying it.

“That’s right.” Elisha said, “It’s a very private part of a girl, and it would be extremely naughty to look at it unless the girl tells you it’s okay to. Now I’m going to ask you a question and I want you to think carefully about your answer before you give it to me. And when you do answer me, I want you to look directly at me and tell me the truth. Understand?”

I nodded in the knowledge that the next question was likely to bring my world crashing down like a house of cards. If it was ‘extremely naughty’ just to look at a girl’s hole – her pussy - how bad must it be to actually touch one? I was going to go to hell wasn’t I?

“I understand.” I whimpered.

“Okay. Look at me.” she instructed, “Did you see my pussy? Be honest.” She sounded as uncomfortable as I was feeling.

I breathed a sigh of relief as I knew I could at least answer this question truthfully. I looked up from the floor and directed my gaze at Elisha.

“No.” I said confidently, “I honestly didn’t see it.”

“Promise?” she persisted, "Not even a peek?"

“I promise.” I repeated, “On Pogo’s life.” I added for effect.

Boy was I pleased that Elisha’s jods had been so tight that I’d found it impossible to pull them down, lower her panties and look at her girl-hole as I had desperately wanted to. There was a pause which seemed to go on for ages while we sat in silence and Elisha just stared at me. I was terrified, fearing what she was going to ask me next. Finally she visibly relaxed and spoke.

“Thank you. I believe you.” Elisha smiled, “Although after what Pogo did to me earlier you could’ve sworn on something more appropriate!” she laughed. All the suspicion in her voice had vanished.

Was that it? Was that the end of my interrogation? It seemed as if it might be. Elisha appeared to be herself again, more chilled. All the tension in the barn dissipated. When she spoke next Elisha sounded more conciliatory.

 

“I’m really sorry I doubted you.” she said, “It’s just when I discovered you’d undone my jodhpurs I was concerned you may have taken the opportunity to pull down my panties and look at my pussy. I’m sure many boys would have done. I’ve noticed the way that you look at me; I know that you like me.” she continued.

I was awash with a flood of mixed emotions. I felt relieved that my grilling appeared to be over. I felt guilty that what I’d actually done with Elisha was far worse than just looking – and it seemed I’d gotten away with it. I felt disappointed that Elisha didn’t trust me (but after what I’d done why should she?). I was elated that she knew I liked her; but I wished she knew I more than just liked her, I loved her. Most of all, I was so happy that my ‘relationship’ with Elisha wasn’t ending abruptly, and that I could continue to see her, and to carry on loving her. For a moment I was lost in thought as all these feelings sloshed around in my head like washing in a tumble drier. I was brought back to the present by Elisha speaking.

“I'm deeply indebted to you, and I guess I owe you double now.” she grinned, “Once for looking after me so well when I fell off; and again for not taking advantage of me when you could easily have done. So how should I repay you? Any ideas?”

“I don’t need repaying.” I said, “I only did what anyone else would have done in that situation.” I added modestly.

“Nonsense!” she said, “Very few adults would have responded as well as you did. I’m going to give you a special reward. I’ll give you two choices. One – you can have free riding lessons once a week for the next six months.”

She hesitated as if she hadn’t really thought of a number two. I looked at her expectantly, although, to be fair, the first option was really generous and would certainly please my parents. It must have cost them a fortune over the years for my lessons. It was difficult to see how she could come up with a better offer. Rather than giving me another choice straight away she seemed to change tack.

“Do you have a girlfriend?” she asked.

“No.” I replied, wondering where this was leading.

She wasn’t going to ask me out was she? Was she going to ask if I’d like her as a girlfriend? She seemed so grown up, so mature compared to me. But there was only four years difference in our ages. Perhaps she was going to ask after all. Oh, I do hope so!

“Have you ever had a girlfriend?” she followed up.

“No.” I responded, thinking ‘Please ask me to be your boyfriend.'

“I am right aren’t I? You do like me?” she asked, placing particular emphasis on the ‘like’, “Don’t think for one minute that I’ve not noticed the way that you look at me.”

“Yes. I like you a lot.” I said, more boldly than I thought I was capable of, and emphasing the ‘like’ as much as Elisha had. I really wanted to tell her that I loved her, but I wasn’t that brave. I was abashed to think that she knew I’d been ogling her.

Elisha hesitated as if she was contemplating what to say next. I noted that her dark brown eyes glinted with a hint of mischief. She smiled alluringly. Eventually she plucked up courage and continued.

“Okay. Option two as you've been so good today: I’ll strip off right here in front of you and give you a proper view of my panties, not just a glimpse like you had earlier.”

I couldn’t believe it! My mouth suddenly went dry and a lump developed in my throat. I thought I was going to choke. Was she serious or was she just teasing? Perhaps she was somehow trying to catch me out? Before I had chance to answer she added some further clarification.

“Obviously, if you go for option two then it has to be our secret, no one else must ever know. And you can only look – no touching. Is that clear?”

I nodded that I understood, still not believing that she would go through with it. Perhaps she was concussed after all? Maybe the fall was affecting her mind?

“Well, what’s it to be? One or two?” she quizzed. She sounded clear-headed enough.

It was my time to hesitate. Although it was a ‘no brainer’ - I knew straight away which of the options I desperately wanted - but did I have the guts to ask?

“Option T - Two?” I replied timidly, stammering over such a simple word.

“Sorry? I didn’t catch that.” she said, "Speak up."

“Two.” I repeated, rather louder and clearer so that it echoed in the cavernous building.

“So you want me to strip off and show you my panties?” she giggled, “Are you sure?”

When she said it, it sounded so absurd, so ridiculous. Her voice reverberated in the hollowness of the barn. The phrase ‘strip off and show you my panties’ rebounded off the steel walls and roof as if to taunt me. I had the feeling she was mocking me. That she wasn’t serious. That it was all just a tease.

“Yes please.” I replied faint-heartedly, expecting her to deride me, convinced that she was just taking the mickey out of me, toying with me.

“Okay.” she chuckled and stood up,“I must admit I thought you'd be too shy to ask, but stripping off it is.”

 

I gulped as I realised she meant it. My heart started racing. She put her foot up on the bale beside me.

“Would you like to pull my boot off?” she grinned.

I took hold of her long leather riding boot and eased it off. It was really tight and it took considerable effort to pull it off but eventually I did it. She was wearing a pink ankle sock beneath.

“You may as well take my sock off as well while you’re there.” she suggested, “They’ll be coming off anyway.”

My fingers were trembling as I peeled her little sock off and noted that her toenails were painted pink. Then she put her other foot on the bale. I repeated the process with her other foot, removing both boot and sock. I even found her feet enchanting. She stood up straight again only about a metre in front of me.

 

“Ouch! The floor is cold.” she chuckled, “Shirt next?”

I nodded my head expectantly, willing her to go on. Most of the the buttons at the front of her blue polo shirt were still undone from when I’d unbuttoned them earlier. She lifted her shirt up and over her head to reveal her trim abdomen, cute little belly button, white lacy bra and fantastic boobs. I gasped as they came into view. I stared at her chest, my mouth agape. I could discern her nipples pressing against her bra. She extracted her long hair from her shirt and shook it free. The motion caused her boobs to wobble.

“You like my boobs?” she asked, cupping her breasts and giving them a little squeeze and a jiggle.

“They’re terrific!” I smiled, gawping at them, “Fantastic!”

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

I recalled how they bounced rhythmically when she rode. And how they had felt when I’d put my hand inside her bra earlier and clasped them myself. I so wanted to do that again. I was still staring at Elisha’s pert breasts when I noticed her hands move to the top of her jodhpurs.

 

“Jods next.” she said smiling, “Do you like them? They are my favourites, really comfy. But they’re a bit see-through aren’t they? You probably knew I’d got blue panties on even before you undid them!” she giggled. 

I was speechless. So she knew all the time that I could see her panties but was unfazed by it. In fact she’d put her jods on knowing I’d be there this evening and would see through them. Had she worn them deliberately? In my intoxicated mind of course she had! And now she was going to take off her jods and show her panties to me properly. I was in awe. She unbuckled her belt and then without any hint of hesitation she simply unpopped and unzipped her jods. She opened them up to reveal a triangle of bare skin and a glimpse of her blue panties.

“Is that about as much as you saw when I was laying down?” she asked coyly.

“Yes.” I nodded, taking in the splendid view, “Slightly more if anything.”.

“You’re going to see a whole lot more this time.” she giggled, her eyes gleaming provocatively, “Are you ready?”

I nodded enthusiastically, still unable to speak. She eased her jods down slowly and teasingly so that gradually more of her panties came into view. Eventually they were completely exposed; they were tiny. She carried on inching her jods down, they were particularly tight over her well-developed thighs. Once they were below her knees they came down more easily, she soon had them around her ankles and stepped out of them. Her legs were shapely, exquisite. She stood in front of me, barely a metre away, in just her pretty bra and tiny, cute panties, not attempting to cover up at all. She seemed extremely confident in her body and the way she looked; she appeared to have no qualms that I was staring at her.

“Well?” she asked, smiling self-assuredly, “What do you think? If I’d known I was going to strip down to my undies I would have put some less revealing panties on. These don’t hide much do they?” she chuckled.

I was speechless as I gazed in wonder at her. She was absolutely stunning from head to toe. Her skin was faultless, even under the harsh lighting of the barn, as smooth as satin. Even though she was fair skinned she had a glorious almond tan, which glistened like burnished copper. She was super-fit from all the riding she did and had a muscular, athletic figure, yet her body was femininely curvaceous too. Her hips were quite wide, and she had a pronounced muscular ‘vee’ on her abdomen that disappeared provocatively into her panties. Elisha was right: her tiny panties didn’t hide much. As I looked at them I tried to work out what I’d felt earlier and how everything fitted together. With a bit of imagination I could discern the slight mound and the slit that I’d slid my fingers in – her vulva I think she’d called it. I know she said it was naughty but I really wanted to see it. She was standing so close I could easily reach out and pull her little panties down and expose it. So tempting!

“Are you going to say anything or are you just going to stare?” she chuckled, “What do you think of me in just my undies?”

“You’re so beautiful.” I whimpered, “Out of this world. Like a famous model or popstar, or actress - only better!"

“Thank you.” she smiled, “It’s nice to be appreciated. Would you like me to carry on?”

Incredulous, I looked up at her face, her eyes were sparkling mischievously, like stars glistening in a funereally dark sky. She had an impish smile; I think she meant it; but I couldn’t be sure; she wouldn’t, would she?

“Really?” I questioned, not believing she would actually go through with it.

“Really.” she giggled, “Well? Do you want me to get my boobs out or not?”

“Yes please!” I said eagerly, and shifted excitedly on my bale.

She put her hands behind her back and I guess she undid some sort of clasp; I wasn’t sure, I’d never seen a girl take off her bra before. Anyway, the bra went slack. She removed her arms from it and then took it off completely. She tossed her bra casually to the floor and stood in front of me with her breasts totally exposed. Her long lustrous blond hair cascaded over her shoulders and rested delectably on her bare breasts, but pleasingly leaving her nipples uncovered. Elisha seemed quite unperturbed that I had such a good view of her impressive bare boobs. As I’d never seen any girl’s breasts before in real life, and certainly not this close up, I didn’t really know what to expect. I’d say they were the size of a small melon or large grapefruit. They were round and appeared quite dense. I remembered how the one I’d felt earlier was strangely firm but malleable. As I studied them I longed to squeeze them. I noted that her nipples were quite reddish and were sticking out prominently.

“Is this the first time you’ve seen a girl’s boobs?” she quizzed.

I nodded, unable to speak.

“You’re certainly getting a good look at them now.” she chuckled, “Well, do you like them?” she continued.

“They’re magnificent!” I managed to utter.

“You say all the right things.” she smiled, “As it's your first time I better explain what you're looking at. You see this bit here?” she said pointing to a darker circle of skin in the middle of her breast, about the size of a two-pence piece. “That’s called the ‘areola’ and in the middle of my areola is my nipple.”

I couldn’t help but giggle when she said ’nipple’. I stared at them closely. Biology lessons at school were never this interesting.

“Do your nipples always stick out like that?” I asked naively.

It was Elisha’s turn to giggle.

“They usually only stick out if it’s cold or I’m excited.” she said.

“It’s not cold, so you must be excited.” I reasoned.

“I guess I must be.” she smiled, "I wonder what’s causing that?”

I wasn’t sure what she meant by that so I didn’t offer a reply. She wasn’t the only one that was excited. My willy was straining in my pants like a bubble about to burst. And my balls were aching with a ferocity I’d never experienced before. I was in agony; I was in ecstasy.

“Would you like me to carry on?” she asked.

Again, I wasn’t sure what she meant by ‘carry on’. Did she mean carry on describing her breasts? Or carry on undressing? She couldn’t mean the latter because she’d only got her panties left on. She wasn’t suggesting taking those off, was she? She could obviously see I was bewildered.

“Well, would you like me to take my panties off?” she clarified.

I was struck dumb, aghast. So she did mean carry on undressing.

“But….” I started to speak; I knew what I wanted to say but I was too sheepish to say it. The words just wouldn’t come out.

“But what?” she urged, “Don’t be afraid to ask whatever you want.”

“But….” I hesitated again, “But if you take your panties off won’t I see your p-pussy?” I continued falteringly, stammering over the word ‘pussy’.

“Yes, you will.” she chuckled, “Don’t you want to see it?”

“But…but just now you told me it was extremely naughty to look at that part of a girl; that it’s a very private part.” I whimpered, confused, “I don’t want to get into trouble.”

“It is very naughty to look at it without the girl knowing or without her giving you consent. You would be in big trouble if you did that.” Elisha explained, “But if I show it to you willingly, then that’s fine.”

Girls were strange, an enigma. I couldn’t figure them out. Only minutes ago Elisha was giving me a proper grilling because she thought I’d looked at her pussy, now she was happy to show it to me. Weird! I thought horses and ponies were unpredictable but they were easy to read, to understand, compared to girls. Then I thought about the horses in the yard and suddenly realised that the moody, temperamental, unpredictable ones, like Pogo, were all mares.

“Well, do you want me to take off my panties and show you my pussy or not?” she pursued, “You won’t get into trouble, I promise.”

“Yes please!.” I replied keenly, “If you’re happy to.” I added as a proviso.

Elisha moved her hands to her waist and took hold of her flimsy blue panties. Without any bashfulness she pulled them straight down to her feet and stepped out of them, casting them onto the pile of clothes on the floor next to her. Completely naked, she stood up straight with her legs slightly apart and her hands by her sides. I could see every inch of her breathtakingly beautiful bare body. I was gobsmacked!

Naturally my eyes were drawn to her pussy, which was only a foot or so away and about my head-height. I had an incredible view of it. It was much smaller than I imagined it would be based on my fondling of it earlier. I suppose you’d describe it as tight and neat, like a small tear in a piece of strawberry coloured felt. There was a slightly darker protuberance between the edges, like a tongue exposed between two fleshy lips. I’d heard rumours that some girls were quite hairy ‘down there’ – even bushy. But Elisha was baby-skin smooth. Elisha could see where I was staring.

“Well? What do you think of my pussy?” she smiled, “You’re very privileged to see it. I didn’t intend to go this far; I only planned to show you my undies, now look at me – showing you my most intimate, most private parts. It's very naughty of me. Well do you like it?”

“It’s very cute.” I said, not able to think of a better description.

“Is it the first time you’ve seen one in real life?” she asked.

“Umm.” I nodded, not taking my eyes off it, "Not just in real life, I've never seen one at all before."

“I better make sure you get a proper look at it then.” she giggled, “Lean in a bit closer.”

I did as Elisha suggested and put my head a bit nearer. I couldn’t imagine that it would be possible to get a better view of it than I was I already enjoying. How wrong was I! Elisha spread her legs slightly further apart then put her hands down to her pussy and pulled the outer flaps open to reveal a whole new dimension. It was as if I was looking deep into Narnia – a magical world of reds, pinks and purples, different textures and hues. I was transfixed, like a kid at a funfair.

“Well? I’ve definitely never given anybody a view of it like this before!” she chuckled, “Any questions?”

“Shouldn’t it be hairy?” I posed, slightly bemused.

“Is that what you’ve heard?” Elisha giggled, “Naturally they are but most girls these days have the hair removed – much like men shaving. In the past girls didn’t bother so much and it could get quite hairy down there, that’s why they were sometimes called a ‘bush’ or a ‘beaver’. If you look really closely you can probably see stubble or wisps of fine hair.”

I bent forward so that my face was only inches from Elisha’s fascinating pussy. She was right, I could see faint hairs. I was filled with wonder as I gazed at it. The effect it was having on me was all-consuming. With every item of clothing that Elisha had removed the aching throb in my groin had intensified and my willy had seemed to get stiffer and bigger. It felt as if I would explode at any moment. With the view of Elisha’s pussy that I now took pleasure in I couldn’t hold on any longer. I’d never experienced such a peculiar feeling down there before; it was almost as if it was on fire. I had this tremendous urge to leap on Elisha and roll in the hay with her.

Without a care for what Elisha would think or see, I quickly unzipped my jeans, put my hands inside my pants and fumbled around for my willy. It wasn’t hard to find, it seemed enormous! I hastily pulled it out. Not a moment too soon as it happens. No sooner was it out than it erupted, squirting a strange gunk everywhere. Not surprisingly Elisha recoiled away from it with a vocal ‘Eww!’. Any idea I had of rolling in the hay with her quickly vanished. My breathing became fast, as did my heartbeat. The sensation was a strange mixture of pleasure and pain; but mostly it was relief. The pressure that had been building up in my groin dissipated with each spurt. The frequency of the discharges peaked and then slowed down as did their ferocity. After what seemed an age, but was probably no more than a minute or so, they stopped altogether. I was left holding my willy right in front of Elisha. I noticed she was looking at it, startled. How embarrassing!

“Wow! That was quite a performance!” Elisha said, sounding flabbergasted at what she’d just witnessed, “Are you okay?”

“I think so” I said, still unsure of what had just transpired. “What happened?”

“Has that ever occurred before?” Elisha asked, “Don’t be embarrassed. You can talk to me; I promise it’ll be our secret.”

“No. Never.” I said, “I’m so sorry!”

“No need to apologise. I’m partly to blame; I shouldn’t have got you so excited.” she said, “And don’t be embarrassed that I can see your thing. I won’t tell anyone that I’ve seen it.”

“Thank you.” I replied, “You’re the first girl that’s ever seen it. I’m glad it was you. I honestly don’t mind you looking at it.”

“I am honoured.” she said, sounding as if she meant it, “Has it stopped squirting?” she asked.

“It feels like it.” I confirmed, “I think it’s empty.”

Elisha giggled at that.

“Would you like a tissue so you can clean up a bit?” Elisha asked, “I’ve got some in the pocket of my jods.” she continued.

“Yes please.” I murmured, “It is a bit of a mess.”

Elisha turned around so that now I could see her round peachy bottom. Just as I imagined it would be, it was delightful. She bent over and picked up her jodhpurs. The view of her bare bottom as she leaned forward was fantastic. So good in fact that it caused my willy to start squirting again. Elisha turned back to face me holding out a tissue. She looked down at my willy and noticed straight away what was happening.

“I thought you’d finished?” she questioned; I detected a hint of amusement in her voice.

“I had until I saw your bottom; when you bent over it started again!” I explained, “I couldn’t stop it. It’s got a mind of its own.”

That made Elisha giggle even more.

“Naughty boy! I should’ve known you’d like my bottom! I better turn around to let you see it again so you can finish off properly.” she giggled, “I won’t be embarrassed if you have to play with it to help finish.”

Elisha turned around again so that I could see her delectable bum. I reached out and fondled her firm buttocks, giving them a playful squeeze. Elisha spun round sharply.

“What are you doing?” she blurted out, “I told you at the start, no touching!”

“But you just told me I could play with it to help finish?” I questioned, confused.

“Idiot! I meant I wouldn’t be embarrassed if you played with yourself – with your thing – while you were looking at my bottom” she said exasperated.

“I’m sorry.” I whimpered, almost in tears, “I misunderstood.”

“That’s alright. I should have been clearer. I’m sorry I shouted at you, and for calling you an idiot.” Elisha grovelled, “It’s just when you grabbed my bottom it took me by surprise. Am I forgiven?”

I nodded. How could I not forgive her after all she had done for me?

“You have played with it before, haven’t you? With your thing I mean?” Elisha asked, taking me off-guard.

I bowed my head so that Elisha couldn’t see how humiliated I felt discussing such private matters. I could feel my face literally glowing. I had only recently started ‘playing with it’ as Elisha had so diplomatically put it. But it had never responded in the way it had just now. I’d had the occasional dribble from it and that had been enough to relieve the pressure. The sensation just now was on a wholly different level – it was electric. It had taken me completely by surprise.

“Don’t be shy, you can tell me anything remember?” Elisha persisted, “If it helps, I play with mine a lot, most days in fact. Sometimes I play with it several times a day. I call it ‘pleasuring myself’.

In fact, I have a confession to make: when I was out cold in the arena earlier, the strange sensation I mentioned to you was very similar to that I get when I’m pleasuring myself. That’s why I didn’t take it any further – I was too uncomfortable to tell you more.”

I suddenly grasped what she meant. When I’d put my fingers in her pussy earlier she had thought she was doing it herself. So that’s how she pleasured herself. Had she felt pleasure from me? I hoped she had. I had certainly felt pleasure from what I’d done. I was learning a lot today.

“Do you sometimes think of me when you’re playing with it?” she grinned, “You do don’t you? That’s why you’re being sheepish. I honestly don’t mind; in fact I take it as a compliment.”

Since I’d started ‘playing with it’, a little while back, Elisha had featured in all but one of my imaginings. On that one time when I hadn’t thought of Elisha I’d thought of Miss Moxon, our young, attractive, busty French teacher. During the day she had arrived in class with a button undone on her blouse, and we could see a glimpse of her white bra. It had been so exciting, so exhilarating. That night I had thought of Miss Moxon as I ‘pleasured myself’ as Elisha had called it. Although it had been stimulating she was nowhere near as arousing as Elisha always was.

Then a thought struck me: I wonder if Elisha ever thought of me when she was doing it? I really hoped she did. I had this mental picture of Elisha laying on her bed with her fingers in her pussy fondling herself while thinking about me. In my vision she had a big grin on her face. I was brought back to the present by Elisha’s voice.

“I don’t know what you’re thinking but whatever it is it’s causing your thing to swell up again.” she observed, “Would it help if I put my clothes back on?”

“I’d rather you didn’t.” I said, “I enjoy looking at you like that.”

“I bet you do!” she chuckled, “Okay, I’ll stay naked but we need to think of something to take your mind off sex for a while. I know, tell me what you did at school today.”

We didn’t have French today so there was no Miss Moxon to excite me. In fact it had been all rather tedious. I explained to Elisha that I had a heavy double maths lesson in the morning during which I’d really had to concentrate. Then after lunch I had English followed by Art. I admitted to Elisha that I spent most of the Art lesson longing for it to finish so that I could get to the yard to spend time with her. She thought that was ‘touching’.

The little distraction did wonders to cool my ardour. Although Elisha was facing me totally naked with everything on display, my willy had stopped discharging and was shrinking back into its skin. I used the tissue to dab the end clean of residue. I wasn’t at all embarrassed that I could see Elisha was watching it as it contracted. When she was satisfied that it had shrunk enough, she spoke again.

“Now put your thing back in your trousers and take a seat.” she instructed, “We need to have a little talk. Girl to boy.”

Honestly, I wasn’t at all embarrassed about Elisha seeing my willy, and it seemed only fair that as I could see her pussy she should be able to look at my willy. Never-the-less I did as I was told and fiddled it back into my trousers and did up my flies. I sat down on the bale wondering what Elisha was going to talk to me about. From her tone it sounded ominous. But I’d come to realise I couldn’t read her at all. I didn’t know if I was going to be told off or praised. Elisha, still naked, sat down on the bale facing me.

“Aww! That’s prickly against my bottom, and tickles my pussy!” she chuckled, shifting uncomfortably on the hay.

Initially she’d sat with her legs slightly apart, and my gaze was naturally drawn to that ‘Never-never Land’ between her legs. Noticing where I was staring she crossed her legs, and for the first time in ages I couldn’t see her delectable little pussy. I’d got so used to it being out in full view; I missed it.

“Rather than ogling my pussy I want you to focus on what I’m saying. Understand?” she directed.

I nodded that I understood. I shifted my attention and peered at her stunning bare breasts instead. Elisha obviously noticed. She sighed deeply in frustration which caused her boobs to rise and fall majestically.

“Boys!” she huffed, exasperated, “What I’ve got to say is important. You may learn something. Watch my mouth, not my boobs!”

I squirmed on my bale uneasily. I had a feeling the forthcoming conversation was going to be challenging, uncomfortable and possibly even more humiliating than what we’d spoken about already. Elisha, by contrast, seemed quite relaxed talking about things that I found cringe-worthy.

“I’m going to talk to you, among other things, about your thing - your penis. I can’t keep referring to it as your ‘thing’. What would you prefer me to call it?” she asked.

“My willy?” I responded, more in question than in answer.

“That’s a bit immature but okay, if that’s what you’re comfortable with, I’ll call it your willy.” she confirmed with a chuckle.

“Would you like me to get it out again?” I suggested, “I honestly don’t mind you looking at it. ‘I’ll even let you hold it if you want to?”

I moved my hands to my trousers and started to unzip my flies but Elisha stopped me in my tracks by raising her hands.

“No! No! Leave it where it is.” she shouted, “In fact, that’s one of the things I need to talk to you about. Earlier, when you got your willy out in front of me you really shouldn’t have. That was very naughty.”

“But it felt funny.” I explained, “It had never felt like that before. I thought it was going to explode!”

“I can understand why you did it. I’m just saying that you shouldn’t have.” Elisha reasoned, “Over time you will get to understand your body more and be able to control your urges better.

“When we are in our teens our bodies start to do strange and sometimes scary things. It happens to both boys and girls. I remember being terrified when my body changed. I cried to my mum who explained that it was natural and not to worry.” she continued

“Not only do our bodies change but our minds change too. We start to get unfamiliar longings, desires. When you took your willy out did you have any peculiar thoughts?”

I hung my head down, ashamed. Dare I share my thoughts with Elisha?

“It’s okay, you can confide in me. What did you think about?” Elisha prompted, “Most boys your age will have inappropriate thoughts so don’t be ashamed.”

 

“I had this urge to lay on top of you in the hay.” I muttered, “To cuddle you. To roll about with you.”

“And? Anything else?” Elisha pressed.

I felt tears welling up. I wiped my eyes. I didn’t want to snivel in front of Elisha; I wanted to be grown up. I didn’t know where to put myself – there was no hiding place. I can’t recall ever being so self-conscious.

“Well?” Elisha persisted, like a terrier with a bone. She wasn’t going to give in.

“I wanted to …” I whispered, “I wanted to put my willy in your pussy.” I whimpered; guilt ridden. It sounded so wrong when I said it.

Elisha uncrossed her legs and leant in towards me. I looked between her legs at her exposed pussy. Seeing it again rekindled my desires.

“Do you mean you thought about doing it with me? Having sex with me? Sexual intercourse?” she said softly without a hint of derision or sarcasm, “You wanted to make love with me?”

“Yes. I’m a bad person aren’t I?” I snivelled, “I’m so sorry.”

“Not at all. Your thoughts were completely natural. There’s absolutely nothing to be ashamed of. Indeed, I’m flattered that you think of me like that.” she said comfortingly, “The important thing is that you didn’t act on your thoughts did you?”

 

“No, but I so desperately wanted to.” I spluttered, “I very nearly did. I was so tempted.”

Elisha sat back and crossed her legs again.

“But you didn’t. You resisted your urges. It must have been very difficult for you with me standing in front of you naked with my pussy out.” she said comfortingly, “Not many boys would have been strong-willed enough to resist. You could easily have pushed me to the ground and forced it in if you’d been so minded. You’re probably as strong as me; I doubt if I could have stopped you. And in a way I would have deserved it, tempting you like that. I should have known better. If you remember just one thing from our chat it is that before 'doing it' sex that is, -before making love - both parties – boy and girl – have to agree to it. It’s what’s termed ‘consensual’. Does that make sense?”

I nodded and looked up at her. Elisha uncrossed her legs and re-crossed them. I got another titillating glimpse of her tight little pussy.

“Good. In some ways you are more resolute than me.” she continued, “When you got your willy out I knew it was wrong for me to look at it. I could easily have looked the other way but I couldn’t resist watching it as it swelled up and you ejaculated. That was very naughty of me.”

I’d raised my head sufficiently for her to see that I was looking puzzled.

“Ejaculated – that’s what it’s called when your willy squirts stuff out.” she explained, “If you do that inside a girl’s pussy that’s what causes babies. So you were good to resist doing that with me; we wouldn’t want to have a baby would we? It’s bad enough looking after Pogo!” she giggled.

I shook my head and laughed. Elisha was putting me at ease with her explanation of what had been happening between us. I must admit that she was explaining things much better than any teacher at school had ever done.  

 

“From what I’ve seen you’ll give some lucky girl a lot of pleasure with your willy when you’re older.” she said reassuringly, “It’s quite impressive for a boy of your age.”

“I don’t want to give pleasure to some girl; I want to give pleasure to you.” I said, feeling much braver, and unable to hide my frustration, but also quietly chuffed about her remark on my willy.

“Aw, that’s so sweet.” Elisha purred, “You say that now but when you’re old enough to do it you’ll think I’m too old for you and you’ll want to be with a pretty girl of your own age.”

“But you’ll never be too old.” I reasoned, “And I’ll never find anyone as pretty as you. You’ll always be my favourite.”

“Thank you. You’re a sweet boy. I’m flattered that you think I’m pretty. And I’m thrilled to be your ‘older woman’.” she remarked earnestly, “I’m sure it’s every schoolboy’s dream to go with an older woman. I trust what you’ve seen and done today has fulfilled some of your dreams? I certainly went a lot further than I was initially intending to. I hadn’t really expected to get naked, yet here I am showing you everything, even my most private parts. Your classmates would be extremely jealous if they knew – but you mustn’t tell them, promise?”

 

I noted that several times now Elisha had referred to me as ‘boy’, and mentioned school and class as if to highlight the age gap between us.

“I promise.” I said, “They wouldn’t believe me anyway.” I added.

To be fair, I hardly believed it myself! Several times I’d literally had to pinch myself to be convinced it was real and I wasn’t dreaming. I had to admit that all that had happened this evening had been amazing, beyond even my wildest dreams. I recalled how less than an hour ago I had been so excited to get just a glimpse of Elisha’s panties. Since then she’d stripped naked right in front of me and I’d seen absolutely everything. I’d even felt her boob, her pussy and her bottom. She’d taught me some valuable life-lessons and prepped me for when I’m older. I had more confidence in my own body. She had seen my willy and hadn’t laughed at it – indeed, she’d admitted to purposely looking at it and had actually called it ‘impressive’. I had a much better understanding of what was going on both mentally and physically as I grew up. I knew more about what was right and what was unacceptable when it came to my relationship with girls. I understood that they had feelings and longings too. Above all this my over-riding consideration was my love for Elisha. I so wanted to make love with her. Elisha was studying me.

“I can see you’re still not convinced.” she said, “How about I do a deal with you?”

I looked at her intrigued.

“When you’re seventeen, if you still feel the same way about me - don't forget I'll be an 'old woman' of twenty one by then - and if we are both still single, I promise I’ll have a naked romp in the hay with you; you can touch whatever you want to, and you can put your willy wherever you want to as well, even in my pussy.” she offered with a chuckle, “Although I don’t suppose you’ll be calling it 'your willy' by then!” she giggled.

“Really?” I asked, “Do I have to wait that long?”

“I’m afraid so. But you’ll be amazed how quickly three years will fly by.” she smiled, “Especially if we are both looking forward to it.”

“You’d look forward to it?” I questioned, somewhat surprised.

“Of course!” she beamed, “You’ll be a handsome, desirable young man by then. Every older woman’s dream. And I’ve seen what you can do with your willy!” she chuckled, “Do we have a deal?”

“We do!” I smiled broadly, “And it’s not three years, it’s only two years, two months and sixteen days until I turn seventeen! But who’s counting?”

“You worked that out quick!” Elisha chuckled, “I’ll tell you what I’ll let you do. You can put a board up in the tack room so you can display a countdown of the days if you want to? Of course no one else can know what it means.”

“That’d be great!” I said grinning from ear to ear, “I’m getting excited just thinking about it!”

“Not too excited I hope?” Elisha chuckled, “I’ve run out of tissues!”

We both laughed for a while. I’d never felt so relaxed with a girl before, and a naked one at that. Elisha glanced at her watch.

“Oh my God!” she exclaimed, “Look at the time. We’ve been in here for nearly an hour. And I’ve been naked for most of that time. I’ll give you one last look at everything then I’ll put my clothes back on. Okay?”

Elisha got to her feet and stood in front of me with her legs slightly apart so that everything was clearly on display.

“Have a good look.” she chuckled, “You’re not likely to be seeing this much of me for quite a while.”

Again I gazed in wonderment at her glorious naked body; I don’t think I could ever tire of looking at it. To my mind she was perfect, God’s masterpiece! From the top of her head to the very tip of her toes she was flawless, just divine. She turned slowly around so that I could see her phenomenal bottom. It just invited to be squeezed or spanked but I recalled what Elisha had said earlier about resisting my urges and I confined myself to just looking. She turned back to face me.  

“What time are your parents expecting you home?” she asked, unexpectedly.

“As long as I’m back before dark, and I leave enough time to do my homework they don’t really mind. I don’t have much homework tonight so there’s no rush.” I said, talking to Elisha matter-of-factly as if we were just chatting normally in the yard rather than as now with her standing in front of me totally naked.

“They don’t mind you spending so much time here then?” she continued, “You are here rather a lot.”

“They like it when I’m here. They say it keeps me out of trouble, out of mischief.” I commented, “And they trust you to look after me.”

“Mmm. I’m not sure they would consider what we’ve done this evening as keeping you out of trouble!” Elisha smiled, “Or looking after you for that matter.”

“Oh, I think you’ve certainly looked after me!” I smiled back.

“I guess you could say that.” she grinned, “I’ve got another proposition for you, if you’re interested?” she continued.

I looked at her, intrigued.  

“If you stay and help me with evening stables, I’ll give you a big hug, right here, right now, like this – naked.” she offered, “Deal?”

How could I refuse an offer like that?

“Deal!” I smiled back.

Elisha indicated for me to stand up. She was standing right in front of me with her legs slightly apart, her pussy undefended and vulnerable. She opened up her arms wide.

“Come on in.” she said, “For a hug.” she added quickly with a chuckle by way of clarification, realising her instruction could easily be misinterpreted.

I stepped forward so that I was even closer to her. Although she was taller than me, because she was in bare feet, the difference was reduced to just a couple of centimetres. She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me in tighter. I could feel her bare breasts pressing against my chest; I could even feel them rise and fall as she breathed. I gasped at the sensation. I awkwardly put my arms around her body and gently placed them on the small of her back. Her skin felt as smooth as a ripe Victoria plum. Her silky hair was so long it brushed agreeably against my hands. She nuzzled in close to me and I thought – I hoped - she was going to kiss me. Instead she whispered in my ear:

“Don’t be shy, you can put your hands down a bit lower if you want to. I honestly don't mind.”

I slid my hands down onto her bottom and tenderly caressed her bum cheeks; they were so peachy.

“Mmm that’s nice.” she murmured, “Your hands are so soft; I’m obviously not working you hard enough on the yard.”

As I rubbed, patted and squeezed Elisha’s bottom I felt my willy stiffening up again. I pressed my groin into Elisha’s pelvic region. She must have felt what was happening ‘down there’, rather than backing away she pushed in closer. I’d never been so close to a girl before. She smelt delightful, a concoction of my favourite things: horses, fresh hay and womanly scent. Then I felt her hesitate. She loosened her grip and backed away slightly.

“I think we better stop now.” she uttered, she sounded flustered, “I can feel something is getting rather aroused again; it’s pressing against me. And, if truth be told, that’s not all. If we carry on I may have an ‘accident’ like you did earlier.”

I wasn’t sure what she meant by that but I begrudgingly removed my hands from her bottom. She unwrapped her arms from me and we separated. I took the opportunity to look again at her pussy – I was fascinated by it. It appeared redder than previous and it was glistening wet like pearly raindrops on a leaf.

“You’ve got a choice now.” she said, “You can either go and make a start on the stables, and I’ll join you as soon as I’m dressed. Or you can stay here and help me to dress. The choice is yours.”

“Can I help you to dress?” I asked meekly.

“I thought you’d choose that!” Elisha laughed, “Okay, pass me my panties.”

I found Elisha’s tiny blue panties laying on the floor where she’d discarded them. I picked them up noting how light and delicate they were and handed them to Elisha. She stepped into them and slowly pulled them up until they covered her exquisite little pussy.

“That’s probably the last time you’ll be seeing my pussy for a while.” she teased, “Bra next please.”

I noted that although I couldn’t actually see Elisha’s pussy I could still discern it through the flimsy cotton material of her tiny panties. I picked up her lacy bra and passed it to her: it looked more complicated than a horse’s headcollar so I didn’t attempt to sort it out. Today was turning out to be a day of firsts: it was the first time I’d ever held a girl’s bra and panties. I watched enthralled as Elisha slipped her bra on and fastened it up; she made it look so easy.

“And that’s probably the last time you’ll be seeing my boobs for a while.” she chuckled, “Jods next please.”

I couldn’t help but notice that Elisha had said ‘probably’ twice now; was there yet hope that I may see her like this again? I do yearn for it to be so. I handed her jods to her and watched as she pulled them on, savouring every moment of the view until she’d got them up to her waist, fastened them and buckled her belt.

“You’ll have to be content with looking at my panties through my jods now.” she smiled, “Shirt next please.”

I gave Elisha her polo shirt and she pulled it over her head. She extricated her long blond hair from it and let it tumble freely over her shoulders. She then sat down on the bale opposite me and put on her socks and finally her riding boots.

“There. All done.” she said, “I trust you enjoyed watching me dress?”

“It was fun.” I admitted, “But not so exciting as watching you undress!”

Elisha grabbed a handful of hay from the bale and lobbed it playfully at me.

“Right young man, we’ve got lots of work to do.” Elisha said, standing up, “Come on, follow me.”

I followed Elisha obediently out of the barn. I was tasked to bring in those horses that had been turned out to graze for the day while Elisha prepped the evening feeds. I also topped up all the water buckets. We then worked together to muck out the stables of the horses that had been in during the day. When we were cleaning out Pogo’s stable, Elisha spent some time checking that she was fine after her little misadventure. When she was satisfied that Pogo was okay she whispered in her ear, loud enough for me to overhear:

“I hope you realise the embarrassment you’ve caused me today Pogo? Thanks to you I’ve spent most of the evening naked. I even had my pussy out on display. You naughty pony!”

Pogo whinnied softly; it sounded like she was laughing. I whispered in her other ear, loud enough for Elisha to overhear:

“Thank you Pogo, I'll ensure you get extra tea tonight! And by-the-way, your mum looks great naked and she’s got the most gorgeous pussy.”

Elisha and I both laughed, and Pogo joined in with a loud nicker. We moved on to the next stable. We finished mucking out and putting rugs on those horses that needed them. Elisha distributed the feed buckets to each stable. I ensured Pogo got an extra scoop of food. We then hung hay nets in each stable, glad that we’d got the hay ready earlier in the day. We finished off by giving the yard a quick sweep. By the time Elisha was satisfied that everything was spick and span the sun was so low it was casting long shadows across the yard. Elisha looked at her watch.

“Well done!” she exclaimed, “We’ve finished in just over forty minutes. It normally takes me well over the hour to do evening stables. Without your help I would’ve still been doing them in the dark. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” I retorted. It had been hard graft and, although I was tired from the exertion, I had enjoyed working with Elisha – I always did.

“I think that deserves another hug.” she smiled, “No kissing mind, just a little cuddle. And I'll be keeping my clothes on this time.”

"Spoil sport." I said, disappointedly.

We were standing in the middle of the yard bathed in soft evening sunlight. She opened out her arms as she had done in the barn earlier that evening. I stepped forward much more confidently than I had done that first time and we wrapped our arms around each other in a warm embrace. We nuzzled in close but kept our heads side-by-side so that we couldn’t kiss. I could feel her lovely soft hair against the side of my face. Boldy I put my hands straight on her bottom. Her jods were close-fitting and as soft as moleskin but thin enough that I could feel the outline of her tiny panties beneath. I ran my hands gently over her bottom, caressing it sensitively. I sensed Elisha fiddling with the front of her jods.

“You’re a naughty boy! You went straight for my bottom this time.” she purred, “I’ve undone my belt and jods, you should be able to slide your hands inside now, if you want to.”

I didn’t need further encouragement. I slipped my hands inside her jods and felt the soft, whispery cotton of her panties.

“You can put your hands inside those as well if you like?” she murmured.

I slid my hands between her panties and the bare flesh of her bottom. I massaged her cheeks tenderly.

“Mmm. That’s nice.” she cooed, “Your hands already feel slightly rougher, more manly, than they did earlier. A few more evening stable duties and we’ll make a man of you yet.” she giggled.

As we continued to embrace I carried on rubbing her soothingly beneath her panties. I gradually moved my hands from her bottom to her sides and then even further, hoping she wouldn’t notice, or, if she did notice, she wouldn’t mind.

“Ah, ah!” she tutted, shaking her head, “You better stop there. Your hands are getting dangerously close to my pussy! You know from what we discussed earlier that you mustn’t touch it? However much you want to, and however much I’d like you to. Understand? In fact, we ought to stop now altogether.”

I recalled how exciting it had been to put my fingers in her pussy earlier; and how desperately I wanted to do it again. But I knew how bad I was to do it and I knew she could never find out. I felt so guilty and ashamed. I would never do it again without permission – ‘consensual’ Elisha had called it. I obediently extracted my hands and we stepped apart. Elisha did up her jods and belt but not before I’d had another quick glimpse of her blue panties.

The sun had virtually disappeared below the horizon and the shadows had faded. We stood in the soft glow of evening. The noise of horses contentedly munching their tea wafted in the air.

“How long does it normally take you to bike home?” Elisha asked, returning to more mundane matters as if all that had gone before had just been a dream.

“About fifteen to twenty minutes.” I replied, equally matter-of-factly.

“It’ll be almost dark by then. I don’t want you biking home in the dark.” she said, sounding genuinely concerned, “I’ll give you a lift home. Get your bike, I’ll pop indoors and get the keys to the truck, then meet you at the front gate.”    

Elisha set off in the direction of her house – I should have mentioned previously that she lived on site. I went to the tack room where I always left my bike in the dry. I wheeled it to the front gate. I heard Elisha’s motor start up and she soon appeared at the gate.

Rather incongruously, Elisha drives a Toyota HiLux double cab 4X4 pick-up truck. In jet black, with a 2.4 litre diesel engine, cross-country tyres, a roll bar and auxiliary lighting, it looks and sounds a bit of a beast. It’s Elisha’s workhorse: she uses it to tow her horse trailer, collect bales of hay from nearby farms, fetch food and shavings from the country store, and all manner of other jobs.

We loaded my bike into the back and I climbed in alongside Elisha. I loved riding shotgun with her. The truck itself was a head-turner; when people saw that it was being driven by a young, petite, attractive girl with long blond hair they usually stopped and gawped. During the summer Elisha played on this by winding her driver’s side window down, resting her arm on the door and playing music – usually American country – really loud. Not only was she a schoolboy’s dream girl, but she was a country boy’s dream girl too. She had me on both counts!

As she drove me home, with the radio blaring, I just hoped that some of my friends from school would see us. All too soon the journey was over and the truck pulled up at my house. Elisha helped me unload my bike.

“When will I see you again?” she asked.

 

“Hopefully tomorrow evening.” I replied, “If I haven’t got too much work to do.” (‘Work to do’ sounded so much more grown up, ‘adulty’, than ‘homework to do’!)

“That’s great!” she said, sounding genuinely pleased, “Although don’t expect the same tomorrow as you got this evening!” she laughed.

“That’s a shame.” I said, “I enjoyed today!”

“I bet you did!” she giggled, “I didn’t intend to go that far; I still can’t believe that I did! No one must know what you saw or did. Promise?”

“I promise.” I said.

I’m sure anyone overhearing us would have taken it as a conversation between girlfriend and boyfriend; lovers even.

 

“If I get chance I’ll fix your ‘countdown’ board up in the tack room tomorrow.” she chuckled, “What’ll it be then?”

“Just two years, two months and fifteen days.” I confirmed.

“Getting closer by the day!” she sniggered, “You never know, I may be looking forward to it as much as you.”

“That’s impossible!” I smiled.

I really wanted to kiss Elisha ‘goodbye’ but despite all we’d done I was still too shy. She climbed back into the cab of the truck.

“Goodbye! Thanks for all your help tonight.” she said, “Hopefully see you tomorrow.”

“Goodbye.” I said back, “I love you Elisha!” I eventually plucked up courage to tell her.

As I said it Elisha fired up the truck and it roared into life. What with the sound of the engine and the noise from the radio I’m not sure if she heard me or not. I hope she did.    

 

THE END

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