Choice Tales from the Vale – (035) Bareback Rider

 

James Gardner was 25 years old and single and was what they used to call a twitcher, although nowadays they prefer to be called birders and he was staying at a bed and breakfast in Shallowfield.

A lot of avid bird watchers gravitated to the Finchbottom Vale.

He was a bit of a loaner so birdwatching was the perfect hobby for him.

He would have preferred not to be such a loaner but unfortunately he was a bit socially awkward, but mainly he was shy and liked to go unnoticed.

Which is difficult to do when you’re 6ft 4 with flaming red hair. 

On his second day in the village he was up bright and early and headed up towards Teardrop Lake.

He was heading for lover leap which was a rocky promontory which had been recommended to him. 

 

He was following the directions he received from Anna Gorska at the B&B and was walking along the northern perimeter road when a girl on horseback rode by, he did know it at the time but her name was Hester Marais-Schoeman, the only child of a couple with more money than sense, for her 21^st birthday a couple of months earlier her parents flew her to America in a private plane to go on a riding holiday, so as a result she had the reputation of being Hester the little rich bitch, although it truth she wasn’t.

James thought she was a pretty enough lass, and she was only a tiny little thing sat astride a great Honey coloured colt and he thought that the additional height gave her a greater opportunity to look down her nose at the hoi polloi.

Her reputation was partly earned because she never ever spoke to anyone and never responded to hellos or good mornings so they thought she was just a stuck up little bitch with no friends.

The truth was in fact that she was also very shy.

James didn’t know if she was stuck up, distant, snobby or just plain uncommunicative but what he did know for sure was that she had an A* little bod.

However snooty bitch or not as he watched her trot off into the distance James inexplicably found himself musing on whether or not she was wearing any underwear.

 

He eventually reached Lovers Leap which was a kind of rocky shelf that jutted out above the cliffs and Anna was right the view was amazing.

The cliffs were an extension of those that formed part of the northern side of Teardrop Lake and formed the natural border between the Teardrop estate and the Dancingdean Forest proper.

Lovers Leap was so called because it was where desperate and broken hearted lovers would leap to their deaths, although in truth there was no evidence that anyone actually had.

But James did suspect that there had probably been a lot of loving up there over the centuries. 

James spent about two hours up on the exposed rocky shelf and then he decided to head off into the cool of the forest.

Anna at the B&B had given him a number of popular birding sites and he was looking for a small clearing where a green Woodpecker had been sited. 

Well it was about an hour into his trek when he realized he was hopelessly lost, blundering about in the woods and he was desperately looking for a landmark.

The woods seemed to be getting thicker and thicker and darker and darker and James was starting to get despondent when he saw a glimmer of light though the trees.

So he headed towards the source of the light, which he hoped would be the small clearing he was looking for.

As he got closer he could see there was someone in the clearing already, it was the snooty girl and her horse.

The colt was tied to a tree and she appeared to be grooming the beast.

He moved a little closer and was about to ask her to direct him back to the path to civilization when he realised she wasn’t grooming the horse at all.

So he took out his binoculars to get a closer look

“Well, well, well” he said as he studied a most interesting scene, where Hester stood beside the tethered beast, still wearing her riding hat, but with her white shirt opened to the waist and she was rubbing her naked breasts against the horse’s neck and shoulder, with one hand gripping the horse’s neck and the other one down the front of her open jodhpurs pleasuring herself.

“This is much better than a green Woodpecker” he said to himself “Much better”

This most interesting development had resulted in a very pronounced erection in his shorts.

For Hester Marais-Schoeman had in a matter of hours gone from an unattainable snooty, stuck up little bitch to a little half naked fit bird masturbating in the woods.

It wasn’t the usual type of bird he was spotting for but it was a rare sighting indeed.

It was his habit to write down his more exotic sighting in his little book and that was precisely what he had in mind for Hester and he intended marking it with a very firm tick.

James walked slowly and stealthily through the woods gradually closing the distance on her and emerged from the tree line on her blind side.

He was as quiet as he could be although she was so engrossed in her fingering she was totally oblivious to her surroundings.

He crossed the clearing and closed the distance between them with every step and as he got closer he could hear the soft moans accompanying her busy fingering.

He was about two or three paces from her when she suddenly became aware of his presence and gasping audibly Hester withdrew her hand from her pussy and hugged the horse even closer in an effort to cover up her nakedness, her pleasuring hand was now on the horses flank and he could distinctly see moisture glistening on two of her fingers.

“Don’t stop on my account,” he said continuing to close the distance.

But she said nothing and just stood stock still against the horse pretending not to be there.

When he was stood directly behind her he lifted the white shirttail and she took a deep breath, and as he put his hands against the naked skin of her waist she let the breath out again.

He ran his hands slowly up her back, he could feel her ribs beneath his fingers and her heart thumping behind them.

As his eager shovel like hands traversed her back he tried to slip one hand between her and the horse and grab one of her breasts, but Hester prevented him and she pushed his hand, but not away, she pushed it down towards her fanny.

So he obligingly moved his hand across her flat belly and down into her jodhpurs.

He ran his fingers through her coarse fluff and rubbed her mound of Venus gently eliciting a low moan.

James continued to rub her gently for several moments and began to move towards her slit, but instead of fingering her gash he put his left hand on her hip and yanked her jodhpurs down to her boot tops with his right and then slapped her small white cheek hard like you would the haunch of a pony and left a big red handprint.

He knew he didn’t need to frig her fanny as he could see she was ready for him from her moist fingers glistening in the sunshine and the damp patch in her jodhpurs so he dropped his shorts and paused momentarily to admire his erection.

James then slid his left hand from her hip across her soft belly and gripped her right hip firmly and she was breathing in quick short pants when he lifted her small frame off the ground.

Bringing her moist cunny up to cock height while still gripping her tightly with his left arm he used his right hand to hold his shaft and introduced his swollen cock to her waiting pussy.

She gasped as he penetrated her, he didn’t know if she was a virgin or not as it was difficult to tell with the horsy types, many a cherry had been popped while in the saddle.

She was nice and tight though, but if she had been a virgin she wasn’t anymore.

He continued to support her weight with his left arm wrapped around her middle while his right hand grasped the pommel on the saddle to give him some purchase while he fucked her.

She was hugging the horse with her left arm around the horses neck her right hand grasped a handful of main.

She was moaning uncontrollably as he banged into her, and he was pumping on her so hard the cheeks of her little arse were slapping against his belly like waves lapping against the side of a boat.

She was nicely tight and James was relishing his task as he went up her again and again and with every deep penetration she let out little high-pitched grunts until He could feel himself on the threshold and Hester started to squeal with each stroke.

She was wrapped around the horses neck like a rodeo rider as he banged into her again and again and her squeals ended with a scream of satisfaction when she went rigid and he finished inside the honey cunnied little Philly and he left it up her until his cock twitched its last.

 

They were both breathing hard when he pulled his cock out of her and she let out a long sigh and then he lowered her back to terra firma.

“There’s a good girl” he said and slapped her rump before he wiped his wet cock on her shirttails before redressing himself.

As he left the clearing she never spoke to him, she just stood there against the horse still rubbing her naked tits against his shoulder, panting out long sighs, and her jodhpurs still round her knees.

He wondered if she thought that she’d just been fucked by her horse.

 

Beyond the clearing there was a well-defined path which he followed and he hoped it would lead him back to Shallowfield as he was ready for his lunch.

After a nice bit of rumpy pumpy in the woods, a very pleasant diversion from birdwatching with Miss snooty had left him with a bit of an appetite.

He reflected that she had been a nice tight little fuck; a little weird but he would definitely ride her again given the opportunity.

 

However he still had the problem of getting back to Shallowfield he didn’t think to ask the girl for directions before he left and she probably wouldn’t have answered him if he had.

But he was just thinking to himself that perhaps he should have asked anyway when he spotted a sign post which read Shallowfield 1 mile.

“That’ll do for me” he said out loud and headed down the path.

A few hundred yards along the path he became aware of movement behind him and when he stopped and turned he saw that it was Miss snooty on her colt.

She was trotting along and he could see her little tits jiggling inside her white shirt, and below her riding hat the find strands of blond hair were dancing around her shoulders and she had a very large wet patch on the crotch of her jodhpurs and she was going to have a very wet saddle when she got back to the stable.

He stepped to one side to let her pass and she slowed to a walk as she passed him and she gave him a coy, little smile and then the honey cunnied Philly, riding the honey coloured colt, galloped off.

“Oh yes, I think I will definitely be back in that particular saddle very soon indeed” he said to himself as he watched her ride away with the soiled tales of her shirt tucked inside her jodhpurs.