The mist is rising off of the fields as we arrive at the stables, and the sun is just beginning to peek through the clouds. The air is humid and it's already getting sticky. Soon those extra layers you put on this morning may seem like a bad idea, but for now, you get on with you morning rounds, putting on the head collars and lead ropes and bringing the horses out of their stables.
You pass me a lead rope and I follow you down to the field. We are moving like a weird elephant troupe, one after the other. I get the pleasure of watching you walk along in front of me your pert and perfect buttocks swaying to and fro, your hips moving so rhythmically, almost hypnotically.
You look over your shoulder and see me staring at you and not paying attention so you stop and I walk straight into the rear of the horse you are leading. A little smile creeps across your face as I faceplant the horse’s rear end, and then you burst out laughing.
We reach the field without further incident and put both of the horses into the field, and then interlocking our fingers we head back up to the stables. About halfway up, I pull you towards me and move your hair out of your eyes and plant a gentle kiss on your lips, but before I can move away you put your hand on the back of my head and hold me in place.
You force your tongue inside my mouth and explore searching for my own. You soon find it and they begin to wrestle for control twirling around each other, pushing side to side. What seems like hours passes in the space of minutes as you break away from the kiss saying, “come on lazy arse we got a lot of work to do!!”
We reach the stables and take in the smell. As we reach the stables doors, the ammonia fills the air and almost burns your eyes and the back of your throat. You pass me a fork and a barrow and suggest that if we both do one each, this will go much faster. You are not wrong and neither am I when I suggest earlier you are overdressed.
You are soon stripping off your layers. First, your thick coat, then your fleece and finally your jumper, just leaving you in a strappy top, jodhpurs and boots. I look across the stable as you are bending down using the fork to collect up the dirty hay, and in an instant, my cock stands straight to attention. The sunlight is glistening off of your sweat-soaked skin, and your figure looks perfect.
You notice me staring as you stand up and before you can say anything, you notice the huge bulge in my shorts. You drop your fork and push me back against the stable wall. In what seems like one swift motion, you undo my shorts, remove my throbbing member and begin to circle the tip with your tongue whilst gripping the shaft with your hand.