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Chapter 61

More horseplay with Dawn and Hellen.

 

On Friday evening, I had to deal with this carousel ride I had promised Dawn I would join. I sure hoped I wouldn’t bungle it, after all, it had been years since I did something like that. I went riding with Dawn and Hellen last summer, but that’s quite different from riding in a larger group. I didn’t even have an idea how large the group was. I really need to stop saying yes to everything any of the girls propose, after all, I’m not getting any younger.

After closing the shop at 6, I went upstairs to prepare. I cleaned and shone my boots, and put on my black riding pants and a white shirt. I didn’t think I could go wrong with that. To complete the outfit I donned a body-warming thing I used to ride in when it was colder. If it proved to be too warm, I could always take it off. As I absolutely wanted to be there well in time, I got in my car around 7 and drove to the stables. Of course, 15 minutes later I arrived. It’s always the same isn’t it, when you leave early you don’t hit any traffic lights, but when you’re late, you get them all.

When I parked I saw Dawn’s car was already there, she must have left early as well. As I’d been before, I knew my way around the stables and quickly spotted her tending to her favorite horse. Right next to her Hellen was preparing her own horse, Burley. Strange, as I hadn’t seen her car in the parking.

“Good evening ladies.”

“Hello, mister photographer, glad you could make it,” Hellen replied.

“A promise is a promise, even if it is obtained under duress.”

“Oh you poor thing, did she put pressure on you to join our little group?”

“No not really, I love to ride carousel, I did it a lot when I was younger and a member of the company’s equestrian club.”

“Oh is that where you learned to ride?”

“Yeah.”

“And were there a lot of you riding?”

“Not that many, but when we rode carousel in the indoor arena in the winter we sometimes had groups of 12 to 14 riders.”

“I’m afraid we won’t be with so many tonight; aside from us 2 there will be 5 other ladies joining us.”

“You’re joking right?”

“Nope.”

“So it’s me against 7 women, with no male support whatsoever?”

“Afraid so, and actually it’s 8 women against you, the person directing the ride is also female. But don’t worry, they’re all very friendly and very much looking forward to meeting you and riding you… Sorry, riding with you. Besides us, there’s one more you already know and have even photographed in the nude,” Dawn continued.

“Who could that be? The girls I know don’t ride as far as I’m aware.”

“It’s mom, and I’m afraid she’s more or less been telling the group what you did for her and dad during the photo shoot.”

“What exactly has she been telling these women about me?”

“Oh not much, a bit of this and a bit of the other, nothing for you to worry about.”

“I hope you haven’t told them about the Lady Godiva stunt Dawn, or the thing with your husband’s camera Hellen?”

“It might have slipped out when we had drinks after our rides, but I’m not sure if they really picked up on that.”

“I sure hope not, or I’ll be busy all summer taking pictures of nude women on horseback.”

“Why only in the Summer Lew? A woman’s nipples look great when displayed at subzero temperatures you know.”

“Don’t you worry, I know, I had Dawn’s nipps displayed in the cold when she was my 24-hour slave in the winter.” Oh God, that just slipped out, what was I thinking?

“Oh, you must tell me all about that adventure,” Hellen said looking at me with an understanding look and a wink.

“I’m surprised Dawn hasn’t told you.”

“Well, she may have mentioned it in passing but if you want to give me all the juicy details one day I wouldn’t mind,” Hellen replied.

“Don’t you worry Lew, we were very discreet and besides not all women want to be photographed in the nude… some of the girls you’ll meet tonight might, but certainly not all of them, don’t you agree Hellen?”

“No definitely not all of them, but about some, I do have my doubts. You do realize that it’s not only men who talk or boast about their sex lives; you might be surprised how raunchy our conversations sometimes are.”

“There you are, that’s exactly what I’m afraid of, that you spilled the beans on some of our adventures and that you created certain expectations with these girls.”

“Always look on the bright side of life, Lew, you might be the one benefiting from our indiscretions.”

“Benefiting, benefiting…, suffering would be more like it, I’m not 20 any more ladies.”

“Sure, but despite your age I heard a story about you having sex with 5 women at the same time.”

“Now just imagine Lew, if all 8 girls in the arena were topless or even completely naked, wouldn’t that make you happy?”

“Believe me I’d run away.”

“That might be dangerous, you know you should never run away from a predator.”

“Now they’re even predators, I knew it, this whole setup has nothing to do with carousel riding but only with sex.”

“No, absolutely not, as I said we may have told some of the stories but only to prove that you are trustworthy and quite harmless, so don’t you worry, here they come, let me introduce you.”

“Girls, this is Lew, the guy I mentioned who was going to join us and make our group complete. Lew is a photographer and he took some great photos of me, Hellen, and mom.”

“Lew, you know my mom Janet already, then there is Marianne, who runs the stables, and who will be directing the carousel ride, and from left to right we have Daisy, Joy, Chelsey, and Lizzy.”

“Pleased to make your acquaintance ladies, strange to hear so many names ending with ‘y’, is there a special reason?”

While they pondered who was going to answer me I looked them over and Joy, a redhead stood out. I was immediately convinced that she meant trouble, what kind of trouble I didn’t immediately figure out, but my instinct just told me she would prove to be a handful.

But it was Daisy who stepped forward and explained that they originally started riding as just the 4 of them when they were kids and then kept it up. They were also big fans of the famous Belgian girls’ group K3, of 3 girls whose names started with the letter ‘K’. They also all attended the same school and were approximately the same age so after a while they referred to themselves as Y4, using the last letter of their names. Dawn whispered in my ear they were all in their mid-twenties. Over the years they got interested in carousel riding, but with just the 4 of them, they were rather restricted in the figures they could ride. Originally they would have liked to have a nice even group of 4 women and 4 men, but unfortunately, none of their male friends or husbands had any interest in riding. So Marianne found some other interested ladies to join them. Finding the eighth rider to make it even was difficult, and they were ever so pleased that I wanted to join them, even if I was the odd one in the group, being the only male rider.

After the introductions, we took our horses to the arena and Marianne lined us up in the starting position. As the girls were seasoned carousel riders, Marianne explained for my benefit, what figures we were going to ride and in which order. We started off by going forward and then when we hit the wall 4 turned left and 4 turned right going into a trot along the wide side of the arena. When we met in the middle of the opposing side every 4 riders started to make a circle. When the first rider of each group got to the middle of the narrow side of the arena she turned and rode in a straight line to the middle. When both groups met again in the middle they went to the right in the direction of the corner. Then left along the narrow side again till the other corner and from there diagonal to the corner on the opposite side of the arena.

This was a tricky move as the horses would meet in the middle and needed to cross. And so it went on combining intricate figures requiring the riders to have total control over their mount. After about 25 minutes we found ourselves back again in one line in the middle of the arena. I must say, Marianne was an excellent choreographer. She had managed to make us use the complete arena, challenging us with difficult patterns and speeds. The one that got me a bit frightened was when each group of 4 started from the corner on the narrow side and went in a gallop to the center before turning right, slowing down to a trot, and then going full circle. The timing was of the essence for this figure and I’m happy to say we did it flawlessly.

After about 10 minutes of rest, we mounted again and continued. Marianne really challenged us during the second 25-minute session. Some of the figures we rode also seemed new to the girls, as from time to time a mistake was made by one of the riders. Wrong speed, wrong turn, horses frightened, riders frightened, one of them even fell off, but no harm was done. She got back on and we continued. At the end when we were again in our starting position, the riders took off their caps and saluted Marianne.

We dismounted and took our horses to their individual stables, then removed the saddles, and bits. We didn’t need to wipe them down as they were not really sweaty, it wasn’t that hot yet this time of the year. As usual, I gave my horse a little treat in the form of a carrot and a polo mint.

We had agreed to meet for drinks afterward in the cafeteria. I expected a lot more people on a Friday evening but it was rather quiet. As the newcomer, I found it my duty to buy the drinks, so after inquiring about what everybody wanted I got them at the bar. Marianne didn’t join the party as she had another group for a riding lesson right after us.

“So Lew, did you enjoy yourself?” Hellen asked.

“It was great fun, took me back to the time when I was riding with the club from work.”

“Yes, you mentioned that, where did you guys ride?”

“We rode in ‘La Chevauchée’, which doesn’t exist anymore I’m afraid. It was located in an area with villas and the land became very expensive, so the owners of the land gave the operator notice and sold the land at an astronomical price.”

“It was great though, we were within walking distance of a huge, very nicely wooded military compound, great to ride in. We used to go on Sunday mornings very early with a small group, just 3 or 4 riders and we could see deer and rabbits. Sometimes the daughter of the stables, who also happened to be named Marianne, came with us, and then her little fox terrier usually joined us. Regularly he fell behind and then sometimes we heard him howl, so we got concerned. Marianne told us we didn’t need to worry, being a hunting dog, the little bugger was probably just frustrated he couldn’t chase a rabbit down its hole. And yeah sure enough after a while he came running again having given up the chase.”

“We heard you went riding in the woods here as well, with Dawn, didn’t you?”

“Yes, she’s the one who got me interested in the sport again.”

“Yeah we heard, and being a photographer you took some nice pictures of her when she still had her long blonde hair.”

“Yes, she looked great on the horse.”

“Especially only dressed in her long hair,” Chelsey replied, “just like Lady Godiva.”

“Euh yes,” I said slowly turning a bit red in the face.

“Do you do that often Lew, take pictures of naked ladies?” Daisy wanted to know.

“It happens from time to time, yes.”

It was clear the girls were needling me, knowing exactly who I photographed and how.

“Come on Lew, don’t be modest, you’ve taken pictures of all 3 of us in the nude,” Hellen interjected.

“Oh, was it this Lew who took the photos for your magazine Hellen?” Joy wanted to know.

“Yes, dear the one and only.”

“I must say they were great,” Joy said.

“I had no idea you were going to share your magazine with outsiders Hellen,” I said.

“They’re not really outsiders Lew, they’re my friends, and I felt rather proud of these photos, so yes I shared them with the girls, but only with them.”

“God woman, I do hope so.”

“Why? I thought you claimed I could make it as a men’s magazine model if I wanted to. Have you changed your mind, or was that just to flatter me?”

“Absolutely not, I still stand by my opinion, but still, sharing those rather intimate pictures and details, even with friends… I wouldn’t do it.”

“Well, there isn’t much they haven’t seen before, you know, we always take a communal shower when we’re done riding.”

“Strange, I didn’t see you do that today.”

“Would you like us to, and let you watch, and maybe take pictures?”

“I’m not a voyeur Hellen, that’s not what I was implying, I was just surprised you didn’t do this today. I hope it wasn’t because I was here?”

“Absolutely not, we just didn’t want you to have to sit waiting for us all by yourself, we agreed we would take our shower individually.”

“Oh, yes now that you mention it, I don’t see Janet anymore, I thought she’d gone home.”

At that precise moment, Janet entered the cafeteria, her hair still wet and carrying a sports bag. She was no longer in her riding gear, but wearing a nice flowery dress, proving Hellen’s explanation. At the same time, Chelsey got up and walked out with her sports bag, I guessed she was the one taking her shower next. It now occurred to me they all had some sort of bag with them, probably containing their toiletries. I was a bit surprised as we never took a shower after riding, but yeah come to think of it, the stables we went to in those days, didn’t have any showers.

I need to remember to bring my stuff with me next time I come riding. In the next half hour, all remaining girls disappeared for a short while, either individually or in pairs, returning 10 to 15 minutes later all wearing a nice dress, or jeans, with the younger ones adding a crop top to show off their toned abdomens. I was the only one still in my riding gear, smelling of horses.

When finally they had all returned, I was the odd one out but they assured me it was not a problem. I said I would do better next time I came - if they would still have me join the group of course. Lizzy, who’d been the quiet one up to now surprised me, she got up as if she was going to give a speech and looked me straight in the eye.

“Dear Lew, I think I can speak for all the members of our little group when I tell you we are very pleased you are joining us, especially after what Hellen, Dawn, and Janet have told us about you…” I tried to interrupt her, “You shouldn’t belie…”

“Don’t you worry, we all know that you are the perfect gentleman and a crack photographer, capturing the most beautiful poses and making a woman look like a Goddess and all of us would like to be photographed by you…” she looked around the group and added, “fully dressed or naked. Personally, if given the opportunity, I would definitely go for the latter.” Then she sat down, her face flushed, slightly panting.

“Here, here,” they all said, while lightly tapping the table.”

“Girls what can I say, I’m flattered and of course, if you want me to I’ll photograph you all, individually or as a group, in whatever attire you choose.”

“But preferably without any attire whatsoever,” Janet added.

“Really Janet, I never force any of my models to do anything they don’t want to do, I remember that you and George were only too keen to get undressed.”

“Ooh Janet, now all your dirty little secrets are coming out,” Daisy said.

“It’s not really a secret anymore Daisy, after I told you all about what happened, and I’m still very grateful to Lew for setting me and my husband straight.”

“Oh yes we can see it regularly, ever since that photo session, you glow when George drops you off, whereas before, you always looked pretty miserable.”

“Don’t remind me of that period anymore, please, my second 25 years of marriage will hopefully be filled with total sexual bliss.”

“Janet, you told them about what happened in the studio on that famous day?”

“Yes, of course, it was the best day of my life, well aside from the day Dawn was born of course.”

“Thanks, mummy for remembering me,” Dawn interjected.

“Sorry dear, but your birth was a one-time event and now, thanks to Lew I have regularly recurring events in my life that make me very happy.”

“You don’t say, I’ve not had many quiet evenings anymore since that day.”

“Wow Janet, is there something else you need to tell us about?”

“No, not really, we enjoy sex now far more than we did during the first part of our marriage.”

“And definitely more often and loud too,” Dawn added.

I could see that the members of this group kept absolutely no secrets from each other, especially not when it came to intimacy.

“You know what, I think we should all have a photo session with our husbands at Lew’s, I’m sure mine could definitely do with some sex lessons from an expert,” Daisy said.

“How come? Is his performance below standards,” Chelsey wanted to know.

“You could say that yes, he always enjoys his blowjobs very much, but when it comes to going down on me, forget it, he always finds an excuse.”

“What, like he’s got a headache?” Hellen said laughing.

“No, though that’s about the only reason he’s never used, probably because I use it sometimes.”

“Shame on you Daisy, you do know that having sex can sometimes help you to get rid of a headache, don’t you?” Lizzy said.

“Sure, but only if you are lucky enough to have an orgasm.”

“He never gives you orgasms?”

“Now that is exactly the reason I would like to have this photo session with sex therapist Lew Emmett.”

“Hold on ladies, it’s not because I just happened to set Janet’s husband straight I’m a sex therapist.”

“From all the stories we’ve heard about you Lew, we think you should consider a career change.”

“No thank you, I don’t want to be faced with couples’ sex problems, I much prefer enjoying the sex act myself.”

“Talking about you enjoying a sex act, how would you feel about taking our picture tonight?” Joy wanted to know.

“What do you mean, you want me to photograph you here and now?”

“Here yes, now, maybe, but I don’t know if you would go for what I have in mind.”

“Oh, and what exactly do you have in mind?”

“All of us, naked on horseback.”

“You must be joking!”

“No, I’m not.”

“And how do you see this happening?”

“The lesson Marianne was giving ended an hour ago, the people attending that lesson have all gone home, I don’t know if you noticed but we’re the only ones left here, aside from Marianne, tending the bar.”

“So?”

“If we get our horses back in the arena we can mount them bareback all of us in the nude and you can take photos.”

“And what would Marianne have to say about that?”

“Knowing Marianne, she might even join us.”

“You think so?” Hellen wanted to know.

“I’m sure, I’ve known Marianne for many years and she’s not averse to sex or sexy things.”

“OK but having 8 naked ladies on horseback in the arena?”

“Hey Marianne, we have a question for you.” Joy shouted to her.

“Ok, what’s the question?” Marianne replied approaching us.

“Would you mind if we get the horses back in the arena?”

“I don’t think so but why? Do you want another ride?”

“No, not exactly, you know about Lew’s reputation?”

“That he likes to photograph nude women?” you mean?

“Yes.”

“And what does he want to photograph now, nude horses?”

“Yes but with nude ladies on top.”

“You’re joking right!”

“No, I’m not.”

“You mean that all of you would like to be photographed naked on horseback?”

“Yes, as a group, and we even would like you to join us.”

“No way!”

“Come on Marianne, where’s your sense of adventure.”

“That would be a bit too much adventure for me, girls.”

“OK, but would you object to us doing it?”

“No, but I would worry that if Lew uses a flash it may frighten the horses; an accident can quickly happen.”

“Let me assure you, Marianne, I will not endanger the girls, or frighten the horses. I would only work with fixed floodlights, I don’t think they will fear fixed lights?”

“No, fixed light is OK, we have bright lights when we put on a show and the horses are used to that. But where are you going to get these lights?”

“While the girls, get the horses, clean them, and get on top, I can get them at the studio and come back, I think that with 4, and my special high-sensitivity camera I’ll be OK.”

“Hey if you think you can handle this bunch of unruly women, it’s fine by me, as long as they put the horses back in their stables when they’ve done playing Lady Godiva.”

“Don’t worry Marianne we’ll take good care of the horses,” Hellen interjected.

While the girls went to the individual stables to get the horses, I jumped in my car to get my gear from the studio. I could never, in my wildest imagination, have thought that on this Friday evening, I would be carousel riding with 7 women, let alone photographing them in the buff on horseback. To be on the safe side, I took 6 floodlights with me and my video camera as well. It would be great fun to video them riding carousel naked.

When I returned I found the horses all tied up in the arena, waiting patiently. I got busy setting up the lights and hooking them up. Then one by one they came in completely naked, not even with riding boots. Now getting on a horse without a saddle and stirrups is not easy, so I helped with a little stool, holding the horse by the halter. They really wanted to do this in the most natural way. Helping them to get onto the horse gave me the perfect opportunity to look at their gorgeous bodies. And gorgeous they were. Again different women, different hairdos, and yes I mean where their legs meet.

For some, the ones sporting a bush anyway, it revealed that the hair on their head was not always their natural hair color. For Hellen, Dawn, and Janet I knew what their natural hair color was even with their shaved pussies, but concerning the others, I had some nice surprises. Daisy was blonde but with a fairly dark almost black bush, and she had some ample breasts which are nicely rounded, I’d guess an E-cup. They hung back against her chest, their undersides curving downward as they flowed out from her chest, then fully rounding over the front of her mounds, before curving back inward. They were topped with a pair of short, but wide, and well-rounded nipples that had a deep pink color tinged with a faint purpleness. Some fairly wide rings of the same color topped the rounded front of her mounds. Her nipples were obviously hard, as despite their shortness, they were standing up like half marbles atop her mounds, which could be due to her feeling a horse’s back against her naked pussy for the first time or to the chill of the night time in the arena. Aside from Hellen and Dawn, I guess it would be the first time for all of them to do this.

Daisy had a flat stomach with a pronounced girly curve to her waist, and another curve to her hips. Hips that were narrow and lean, but had just enough on them so that her hip bones didn’t show, and then a shapely pair of legs. When she was finally seated on the horse’s back I had a front-row view of her intimate area and could see that at the top of those long legs, she had flat pubes which showed some light, and very modest, tan lines. They were slightly obscured by her full bush, neatly trimmed inside the creases of her thighs, as well as trimmed straight along the top. Her fur was fairly long and curly as it tangled together. But as it flew between the tops of those thighs, it quickly grew dense as it obscured her lips. She had full, wide lips, too, that seemed to fully meet under that thick fur. Lips that puffed downward and swelled into a moderately plump pussy mound.

Joy, as I already suspected from her head hair, was a natural ginger sporting a curly red bush with very tucked-in labia. Her boobs were on the small side, an A-cup I would say with small puffy pinkish areolae and small same-colored nipps, also slightly on the rise. She was, like most gingers very light-skinned with lots of freckles. I guessed she must need to be very careful in the summer with the sun.

Coming to Chelsey, she was a brunette, with a crewcut, similar to Dawn’s current hairstyle. Her body was toned, on the verge of being muscular, with average boobs, a B-cup maybe, but very firmly blossoming from her chest. Very small areolae with pointy nipples, which almost poked my eye out when I helped her up on the horse. Totally in line with her body, her bush was trimmed into a cute triangle, the labia shaved, with her innies just showing beyond the outies.

The last one of the unknown pussies I was helping to get on the horse was Lizzy’s. She was also a brunette but a darker shade than Chelsey. I couldn’t really verify if it was her natural color as she was completely shaved or waxed, but I guess she was, going by her eyebrows and the few stray hairs under her armpits. Nicely toned body but definitely not as muscular as Chelsey’s, she had the cutest navel though. Boobs were an average B-cup I would say with smallish areolae and nipples. Her pussy was nicely tucked in, looking like a ripe prune. I saw her slide it across the horse’s back as if she was trying to stimulate herself. Stimulated she was alright, judging by the state of her nipps and the streak of juice she had left on the horse’s back.

After finally helping my 3 female friends I knew from before, we were ready to start shooting. I asked them to first form a simple line like we had earlier that evening. I had some of the lights at the bottom of the grandstand and some at the top, thus lighting up the biggest part of the arena. For the first set of photos, I moved a bit further away, to the top of the grandstand to be able to capture the whole row. I’m not a big fan of wide-angle lenses, they can distort the image. After the lineup, I placed them in smaller groups of two or three and moved closer. When I thought I’d had enough stills, I asked them to ride, so as to capture them on video, first simply around the arena and then recreating some of the figures they used in the carousel.

After about 15 minutes, with their bare pussies gliding back and forth over their horse’s warm and hairy backs, I could see that most of them were getting seriously aroused. The wetness on the horse’s back was not from the horses sweating but something entirely different. I could even begin to detect a musky smell invading the arena.

Wrapping it up, I addressed the girls, “Well ladies as in the movies, I would say ‘it’s a wrap’, thank you for putting on this fantastic performance.”

As if on cue they all came riding back to the front of the grandstand where I was putting away my equipment and shutting down the floodlights. They stopped, facing me, with Joy in the middle, looking me straight in the eye.

“Well, mister photographer did you have fun doing what you love to do?” Little thunder ball Joy asked me.

“Euh, yes, didn’t you, it was after all what you had in mind, or am I wrong?”

“No, not entirely, but…well you had your fun indulging in your favorite pastime, taking pictures of naked women, but I think that at least one of us should have some fun too.”

I sort of had a feeling where she was going with this, so I played dumb, “Oh, and what kind of fun would you have in mind dear?”

“We know about your reputation Lew.”

“My reputation, what do you mean, what reputation?”

“We’ve been told that you can go on forever.”

“Oh yes I can take pictures for as long as you want, do you want me to continue photographing you, maybe a private session?”

“I wouldn’t mind a private session, but not exactly with your camera.”

“I haven’t the faintest idea what you’re talking about dear.”

“I think she wants you to have sex with her Lew,” Dawn interjected.

“With an old man like me? No way, where could she have gotten that idea? Unless of course someone…”And I was looking intensely at Dawn and Hellen,” has been telling stories, stories that are most probably very much exaggerated I can assure you, Joy.”

“Care to prove they are untrue?”

“I don’t think I have anything to prove, besides, I’m convinced that you would be so disappointed.”

“Why don’t you give in Lew? She’s not going to stop until you give her a good fuck.” Daisy said.

“Yes but imagine the stories are true, and I’m not saying they are, and I do give her the experience of a lifetime, won’t you other girls, be disappointed when you hear about it afterwards?”

“I think I can speak for all 3 of us other girls, Lew if I say we won’t be, we all have a boyfriend or husband who takes care of all of our needs, but poor Joy, the Benjamin of our team, is alone and sometimes even tries to hit on us.”

“I am certain that’s not true Daisy!”

“OK if you say so, but nevertheless, Lew please, she needs it, even if the stories about your reputation are untrue and largely exaggerated, I‘m sure you’ll be very able to help her.”

“Oh yes Lew, please help our poor little Joy, unless, you think she is too ugly.”

“Absolutely not, and I just happen to love gingers very much, probably because my mother was one.”

“Oh! God, I hope you won’t think I’m your mother, Lew, and anyway, stop talking about me as if I’m not here,” Joy cried out.

“No dear, absolutely not, besides I never knew my mother when she was 24, she had me rather late in life, mostly because my dad didn’t want any kids.”

“Well then? What’s stopping you from pleasuring this gorgeous creature?” Janet wanted to know.

“What did you have in mind? That I shed my clothes and ravish her here, in the middle of the arena while you all watch and cheer?”

“Absolutely not Lew, you know how the saying goes about having a roll in the hay, well there is a very nice warm hayloft above the stables where you could take her,” Chelsey replied.

“Oh yes Lew, that would be so romantic and so earthy, like the stable boy having a go at the farmer’s daughter.”

“And if I was allergic to hay?”

“I just happen to know you’re not, otherwise the girls would have heard you sneezing, and I would have noticed a long time ago,” Dawn interjected.

“Oh did you two have a roll in the hay here already Dawn?” Lizzy wanted to know. “You never told us about that”.

“No Lizzy we did not, Lew and I prefer the great outdoors.”

“When he photographed you as Lady Godiva?”

“If you must know, yes.”

“And what about you Hellen, do you prefer the great outdoors as well?” Lizzy continued her quest to try and find out more about my antics with a couple of their friends.

“That is for me to know and you to guess Lizzy.”

“I’ll take that as a yes then. I can’t blame you, I would prefer to play outdoors as well, but this time of the year I can imagine it might be a bit too chilly.”

“Well ladies, are we going to take our horses to the stables as Marianne requested, and get dressed again before somebody calls the police?” Janet said, being the oldest and most probably the wisest.

“Yes we have to do that, we did promise her after all and the horses need their rest.” Hellen concurred.

“Who would call the police? Marianne knows about our little game and there’s no one else here.”

“You never know, someone walking their dog?”

With that last remark in mind, they all took the reins of their mount and guided them to their individual stables again for the second time that evening. I gathered all my equipment and put it back in my car. When I arrived back at the stables, everybody, with the exception of Joy, had vanished.

“Well, Lew, how about it, are you game?”

“If you think you want to have a 60-year-old man play with your prized jewel, I won’t say no, but I’m not really keen about that roll in the hay. At my age I do prefer a bed for these kinds of games, so your place or mine?”

“Why don’t we go to my place, it’s late already and it might be good if you stay the night.”

“Oh, why is that?”

“We not only know about your sex life but also that you love to be served a nice big breakfast in the morning, and I do too, so?”

“OK your place it is, are you here with your car?”

“No I hitched a ride with Daisy, we live on the same street and alternate the driving here.”

“I see, so she was convinced I was not going to abandon you here?”

“We also know that you are the perfect gentleman Lew, you would never leave a woman stranded.”

“Is there anything you don’t know about me?”

“Not much I guess.”

“OK let’s go, just point me in the right direction.”

Joy was a perfect, what am I saying, the best navigation system I ever had. Her instructions were precise and just in time and in Flemish, not like my car navigation voice she spoke Dutch. And in case you are wondering, yes there is a big difference between the two, they’re both referred to as ‘Nederlands’ but differ like English and Scottish. On Flemish TV, Dutch series are always subtitled in Flemish. There are even comical songs about the differences between the two languages, but I’m digressing.

After a 20-minute drive, we arrived at Joy’s place. A nice detached cottage with a flowery front yard. Because it was dark, that was about all I could see. I parked the car on the driveway in front of the garage door. Joy opened the front door and led the way inside. From the hall, we went into a spacious living room with an open kitchen, rather similar to my apartment. When she switched the light in the back on, I could see a bit of the terrace and back garden.

I wanted to know how big the plot was, and she said it was about 700 m², just big enough to have a spacious garden, but not too big, taking a lot of time to maintain. She told me she had a chap who came every other week to mow the lawn, trim the bushes, and when it was the season to plant flowers, lots of flowers. She loved to see the birds in the garden and wanted to provide food for the bees. Although she had already showered at the stables, she said she wanted to take another one to wash off the sweat of the last ride. As I hadn’t taken one there she invited me, if I was interested, to join her. Guess what, I was most interested.

I had of course already seen her naked, but she hadn’t seen me in the buff, and like most of the women I had been intimate with she was amazed at how I looked. She told me that if she didn’t know I was 60, she wouldn’t have put me at any more than 50 or even a bit less. The ‘less’ was probably a bit of flattery from her side I guessed, but still, it makes you feel good when a young woman thinks you’re younger than you actually are. When I slipped into the shower, I stood behind her. She allowed me to wash her body with my hands and some shower gel of course.

As I had seen, up close and personal, when I helped her on the horse, she had the cutest A-cup boobs with the most adorable puffy areolae and nipples. I just love it when the areola and nipple form like a natural extension of the breast, only with a different color. It was difficult not to wash them about 10 times, but as you can imagine I was also very much drawn by her curly red bush. It felt great to let my fingers play with it and feel the satiny curls. I couldn’t wait to have a taste as well, but first I needed to rinse the soap out. The shower took at least 20 minutes and we got out just before our skin began to wrinkle.

After drying ourselves, she took my hand and guided me to her bedroom. Despite living alone, she had a big king-size bed, perfect for any sexual activities she would like to engage in. She lay down on her back, arms and legs wide open, spread-eagled and looked up at me.

“What would you like to do first mister photographer, take my picture or take my body?”

“I think I’ve got enough pictures of your lovely body dear, so I would like to get right to the other business if you don’t mind.”

“I’m all for it, would you like me to suck your cock, and make it stand up nicely?”

“If you don’t mind, my lady, I would prefer to start with a simple kiss,” I replied while I crawled over her until we were face to face. I then placed a chaste kiss on her rosy red lips. She responded with equal pressure but gave my lips a little lick with just the tip of her tongue. I couldn’t but respond in a similar manner of course. As you can imagine, that led quickly to full-fledged French kissing, as we began to explore each other’s mouths exchanging spit in the process. Resting on my elbows, I held her head tenderly as she held mine. After a good 5 minutes of tongue tango, I let my hands wander to her shoulders and down her arms to her wrists. I took hold of them and moved her arms above her head.

This was the perfect position to let my fingertips slide back down in the direction of her armpits and onto her ribcage, deliberately bypassing her boobs. It resulted in a lot of giggling and squirming on her side. Her arousal was clearly mounting judging by the increased activity of her tongue in my mouth. High time to move my kissing spree toward her chin, ear, neck, and shoulders. Once I had arrived at her abdomen with my tickling fingers, her arms and hands moved to my back to stroke me there. From her shoulder, it was just one small strategic move to one of her cute A-cups, which I covered with little pecks, avoiding her already hard nipple. When I finally took the little nubbin, including the areola, between my lips and attacked it with my tongue I was rewarded with a serious moan. The moaning increased severalfold when I added some suction to the process.

As I had only one mouth and I didn’t want to neglect her other boobie I began tickling along the nipple of that one with my fingers. Within seconds it had gone equally as rock hard as the one in my mouth, resulting in more moaning.

“Oh God, Lew it’s been far too long since a man played with my titties, I love it, keep going please.” Who was I to ignore her request, even though I wanted to continue my journey along her enticing body in search of the magical place where it split into the sexiest legs I had seen in a long time. So I continued playing with her gorgeous twins switching mouth and fingers from one to the other.

“Do you like them? Aren’t they too small? Most men find my boobs far too small, they call me a plank with two knots.”

“Darling they’re perfect, I adore your puffy nipples, the way the areolae fade into the nipple is just the way I love it, but I would like to pay tribute to your entire sexy body if you’ll allow me?”

“Of course I want you to play with my entire body, but please remember my tits are my most sensitive part and it’s just amazing what you keep doing with them.”

When after another 5 minutes of titty play, I began my journey south, she gave some disgruntled noises, but they only lasted till I reached her cute navel and gave it a tickle with my tongue. The next stop was supposed to be her slit, but first I had to find my way through her red forest.

Usually, I prefer a nicely shaved mound and pussy, but when I encounter a red bush on my way to the ultimate pleasure point I just love to linger and play in it. Her cute red curls were tickling my nose and cheeks as I went around them towards the crease between her leg and her body, technically referred to as the inguinal. From there I licked my way over the taut muscle at the juncture of her leg and body, towards her inner thighs, where I placed small enticing nibbles, drawing the sweetest whimpers from her upper lips. Her feminine aroma was already tickling my nostrils in the most enticing way. Although I was orally busy around her nether region, because she had told me she so very much loved having her boobies and nipples played with, I kept on fondling and squeezing them with my hands and fingers too.

It was high time to shift up a gear and directly attack her inner sanctum. As I had licked my way down one thigh I came up the other, all the way back to her belly button bypassing the red bush. I then lifted my head and went straight in for the kill, placing a wet kiss on her pussy, followed by a slow lick from bottom to top with a flat tongue, immediately enjoying the tangy sweet taste of her arousal. Her clit was still playing hide and seek under its hood, but I had every intention to get it to come out for some oral play. To help it along I concentrated for the moment on her outer lips. When I had given those a nice saliva bath it was time to let go of her titties and use my hands and fingers to get her little motor running down under. With my thumbs, I pulled open her outer lips to reveal one of the most beautiful butterflies I’d ever seen. I could also detect her most inner sanctum, the sheath I eventually intended to plunge my flesh dagger into. Her honey was already flowing nicely, making my temperature rise as well due to its arousing aroma and taste.

For the moment she will have to be satisfied with some fingerplay though. After sliding in one, she had no problem with me adding a second and third. In fact, her moaning and sighing increased considerably. After having found and tickled her G-spot, Miss clit poked her little head out from under her hood ready for some oral stimulation, which I gladly provided with the tip of my tongue. As one of my hands was of no further use in the downstairs department, I moved it back up to resume my play with her itty-bitty-titties.

“Oh Lew please fuck me,” she whispered.”

“All in good time dear,” I replied with a slightly muffled voice, my mouth and tongue occupied otherwise savoring her taste. My goal was to give her an orgasm first and maybe turn it into a multiple or continuing one. After all, I had a reputation for being able to go on for a long time, to defend here. So I continued to lick, suck and sometimes even bite her joystick while tickling her G-spot.

Whimpers of pleasure continued erupting from her lips, alternating with squeaky little moans, while her breathing was slowly but surely getting faster and faster - a sure sign of an approaching orgasm. I was wondering if I would risk pinching her puffy nipples a bit harder to get her over the brim. With some women, it worked wonders, but I had no idea what it would do to her, especially as she mentioned her girls were rather sensitive and I had never played with her before. It could turn out very bad, so I began carefully squeezing one nippy between my thumb and index rather lightly at first but slowly building the pressure up.

I got no initial reaction from her, but as I built up the pressure to a point that I knew it could become a bit painful, her moaning increased considerably. Maybe with sensitivity, she meant that she loved to have them squeezed or pulled hard. Doubling the effort of my fingers in her glory station combined with some extra suction on her little bundle of nerves, I went for broke and pinched one of her nipps hard, pulling it out and even giving it a bit of a twist. She gave a high-pitched wail and I thought I’d blown it, but in her own special way she reassured me I hadn’t , with a spray of her juices all over my face and mouth. She combined that with an animalistic howl and groan, after which she became even more vocal, calling out perverse obscenities I never expected this ladylike little woman to use.

My face and chin were now covered in her fuck-me-now pussy juices and that’s exactly what I had in mind. I was going to try and make her keep orgasming with my hard cock inside her, but…she stopped me, not brutally or as if she didn’t want me to penetrate her but with an almost apologetic look on her face.

“What’s wrong dear, I thought you wanted to go all the way?”

“Yes I do Lew, but would you mind putting on a condom?”

“Absolutely…” I paused to make her believe I wouldn’t want to wear one, her look changed from a sort of shy when asking to fearful, followed by angry, after which I continued, “NOT, do you have one?”

Now she looked totally confused changing to relieved, even giving me a little smile.

“You thought I was going to refuse, didn’t you?”

“Yes I did and you did that on purpose, didn’t you?”

“I must admit I did yes, I just wanted to see your face, and believe me it was like a whole full-feature film being played. So back to my question, do you have one?”

“Euh yes, in the drawer of the nightstand.”

I stuck out my arm, opened the drawer, and tried to fish one out with my fingers, she had a whole bunch of them in there.

“I can feel that you have a serious stock, are they all the same or should I get more so you can choose?”

“No anyone of those will do, I only hope they haven’t expired, I bought them more than 6 months ago for my last boyfriend.”

“But from what I feel you didn’t use many unless of course you bought the whole stock of the shop at the time.”

“No, we never used any of the ones I bought, he didn’t want to wear a condom, and said it was a woman’s duty to make sure she couldn’t get pregnant.”

“Oh, I see one of those.”

“Yes one of those, so I sent him packing.”

“I can imagine, but a cute girl like you, how come they’re not breaking down your door, especially with your hair color?”

“What does my hair color have to do with anything?”

“Come on Joy, you must know that red-haired girls are known to be very hot.”

“No, I don’t…it can’t be true.”

“Believe me, I’ve had sex with a lot of women in my life and when you’re with a redhead, you really feel the de difference.”

“So are you claiming that what we have here is different from when you play with…let’s say, Dawn?

“Believe me it is.”

“OK if you say so, I must believe you, after all, you’re the expert.”

“I wouldn’t refer to myself as an expert, a connoisseur would maybe be the better term.”

“OK mister connoisseur, let’s put this condom on your ‘joy’ stick and let ‘Joy’ en’joy’ it!” Every time she pronounced the word ‘joy’ she made air quotes.

While this whole conversation had been going on, my cock, tired of waiting for some action, had gone down a bit. She immediately noticed, took it in her hand, and gave it the kiss of life. When she had it back to full mast she opened the foil package, took the condom out, but not before I had seen her check the date, to make sure it was still OK, it clearly was, judging by her facial expression. She then expertly put it on rolling it down my shaft until it was fully covered.

After moving strategically on top of her with my cock pointing at her still fairly wet pussy I said, “Excellent, now that I’ve got my Macintosh on I can venture into a wetter area and keep both of us safe.”

From that point on, we became like wild animals desperate for each other’s bodies. I could slide into her to the hilt in one go as if her cunt was filled with a ton of lubricant. Well, I guess it was thanks to my oral ministrations during what I regarded as foreplay and the fact that she had cum profusely, barely 10 minutes ago. She grunted and moaned when I hit her cervix, moved her legs over my lower back, and crossed her ankles, keeping me well in place. Moving out was a bit hard this way so when she felt me try to move out, she gave me some slack uncrossing her ankles but keeping her legs above my lower back.

“Oh yes Lew, fuck me please, fuck me hard and long, prove to me that your reputation is indeed correct,” she murmured in my ear.

I had no problem with that whatsoever, I could go on almost for hours like that, well at least until my back gave out. After a good 15 minutes, I started to feel some pain, probably old age setting in, high time to change my position so I rolled off her.

“Sorry dear but my back is killing me, would you mind if we did some doggy?”

“How about I ride you instead?” she suggested.

“Oh yes please, I saw your English riding style in the arena, and the way you go up and down in that saddle would just do it for me.”

She climbed on top, and straddled me, taking my condom-encased dick in her hand and putting it at the entry of her dripping vagina. Then she impaled herself on my steel rod, slowly, very slowly clearly enjoying every centimeter going in while she put her hands on my chest to steady herself. When her little furry bush finally hit my shaved pubes she rested, looking into my eyes, as if trying to decide which figure she was going to ride. It turned out she made a twisting movement going up again, it felt divine. The next move she made I could best compare to a trot on horseback. I sure hoped that she would go on to a gallop soon, but I had to wait another 10 minutes. She was testing me, I could see it in her eyes. She made every move in the book, bending forward, bending backward, twisting, just riding the head and giving as much stimulation as possible.

From my side, I was trying to stimulate her by playing with her tits and nipples, tickling or pinching them. After a while, I kept one hand on one of her mounds teasing left and right alternately, while the other had moved to her other little sensitive nubbin at the top of her slit. With my thumb, I made circular movements over it drawing high-pitched exultations of pleasure from her upper lips.

“Oh yes, Lew, make me cum, please make me cum.”

“Just keep on riding dear and you’ll get to where you want to go,” I replied, “unless you want to change positions again, you’re not getting too tired are you?” She had been riding me now for at least 20 minutes and had a few minor orgasms.

“I wouldn’t mind a change if you think you can continue?”

“No problem, doggy then after all?”

“Yes please.”

She rolled off me and took up a position on all fours. I moved behind her, grabbed her hips, positioned my cock at her backdoor, and pushed against her sphincter, without entering. I got an immediate reaction.

“No, no not there I don’t want it there!”

“Have you ever tried it? Not even with a dildo or vibrator?”

“NO and I don’t want it, it will hurt.”

“I can’t deny that in the beginning, it may hurt a bit, but once you get used to it, you might want to do it more. Are you sure you don’t want to try it, you wouldn’t be the first one I deflowered in that area.”

“I’m still not convinced, it’s not made to stick something in.”

“No, you’re right there, but it is a very sensitive area, especially the entrance, and when something or someone goes in it stimulates the back of your vagina in a tremendous way. You would need some lubricant though, do you have any?”

“Yes I have, I use it when I masturbate with one of my toys.”

“One of your toys? Do you have more than one?”

“I have a few.”

“And you never tried one on your backdoor?”

“I did, but it hurt so much, I couldn’t get it in.”

“Even with lubricant?”

“Yes even with lubricant.”

“OK no backdoor play then, I just had to ask, a lot of the women I know just love it, I’ll concentrate on your sexy pussy again then?”

“Yes please, my sexy pussy, as you refer to it will appreciate that very much.”

I moved my dick just a notch downward and pushed it into her hot, wet channel. This, she clearly appreciated tremendously giving me mewling whimpers alternated by squeaky little moans. She was wet and I felt her pussy walls throb, making it rather difficult for me to not orgasm immediately. I closed my eyes so I couldn’t see her gorgeous body anymore and began concentrating on disgusting and ugly things. That helped to keep the urge to cum at bay and keep me pumping in and out of her hot snatch. My goal was to give her at least another two or three orgasms in a row before having one of my own.

The first one was imminent, I could tell from her sighing and moaning. I bent forward over her back, grabbed her pendulous tities with my hands searched for the nipples with my fingers, and squeezed them. A proven way to get them over the brink, especially of course, if they have over-sensitive ones, which Joy had. They were so sensitive I was able to squeeze them hard giving that final jolt to cum.

“Oh yes! Fuck me, fuck me, make me cum,” I heard her mumble.

That was all the encouragement I needed to switch to a higher gear and increase the speed of my pumping. To be able to do that and not slip out when I pulled back, I had to let go of her titties and grab her hipbones which due to her being rather skinny, were slightly protruding. As I held on to them I could feel her pulling in her stomach, another sign of an approaching high. While holding on to her hips, I tried to reach her clit with the tips of the fingers of my right hand. When I did, it was as if I had pushed the button to make her cum. After her mumbling from before, she now became rather vocal as she screamed a thunderous scream.

“Aaaaah, yes, YES, give it to me, give me your cum, I want you to fill me with your sperm!”

I would have loved to accommodate her, but first, my cock was encased in a condom, and second I was doing my utmost to not cum and squirt yet, while giving her multiple orgasms which I hoped she had never before experienced in her life.

As I had stopped pumping in and out of her I could far easier reach her pleasure center and began diddling her clit with my fingers. That kept her climbing the orgasm ladder, higher and higher with an additional peak at every rung of that ladder. After two more peaks, I pulled my cock out, turned her around, pulled her legs wide open with her knees next to her head, and attacked her gaping and throbbing flower ferociously with my mouth. I was rewarded with a constant stream of her juices squirting like a mountain well. While her cunt was clenching the tip of my tongue and I felt her belly pulsing she howled out her rapture. I could never have imagined that such a slip of a girl could be calling out so many perverse obscenities.

After about 3 more peaks her breathing was becoming a bit labored, so it was time to stop. I always compare this with a car race, it’s great to push the engine of your car to the limit, but you have to be careful not to overheat it and from the way, her body was behaving she was on the brink of overheating, and going into subspace.

I let her legs come down and cradled her in one arm with her head on my chest giving her ample time to get her breathing back to normal. After the better part of 20 minutes, I felt her stir. She turned her head and looked up at me.

“Jeez Lew, you’re even better than I heard.”

“Meaning?”

“I never before in my life had a multiple orgasm experience.”

“That can’t be true, such a sexy-looking girl like you.”

“No, it is true, I’ve had sex, and yes you are right, redheads do love to have sex, but I never experienced a guy who could pump more than 30 times in and out before cumming himself. Usually, they cum much quicker and leave me hanging. You kept on pumping and playing with me and from what I see, the condom is still empty, you haven’t cum yourself, how do you do that?”

“That my dear is a whole story that would take far too long to tell. Let me summarize by saying that I was initiated into the mysteries of sexplay by a woman twice my age whose goal it was to turn me into the perfect lover.”

“Thank you, mystery woman, you have succeeded in the most grandiose way. You realize this is addictive?”

“I’m afraid Joy I’ll have to disappoint you there, this is a one-time deal only.”

“Are you serious, you will never have sex with me again in the future?”

“Nope, even though I en-Joy-ed it tremendously, but you’ll have to find someone else to give you multiple orgasms. Someone more your own age perhaps? What would you want with an old geezer like me?”

“You know what they say, the best soup is made in old pots.”

“Well, I’m afraid this pot is getting a bit too old to keep on playing with youngsters like yourself.”

“OK I understand, but…”

“Sorry, no buts.”

“There is one thing I want to know, you gave me the best time of my life, and as far as I can see, you haven’t cum, and the condom is still empty, where do you get your pleasure from?”

“Believe it or not, I just love to watch a woman having an orgasm.”

“And you don’t want one yourself?”

“I didn’t say I don’t like an orgasm myself, but seeing a woman’s body when she cums is almost like an orgasm for me, a visual orgasm that is.”

“How about I give you a real one?”

“I leave that entirely up to you, it’s not because I made you cum you need to do the same for me.”

“I insist.”

“OK, how would you like to go about this?”

“A blowjob perhaps?”

“If you’re sure.”

“No problem, just bring that beautiful cock of yours here so I can inspect it better and give it its rightful reward.”

During this conversation, we had moved and were now sitting on the bed with our backs resting against the headboard. She grabbed my cock with her hand and removed the condom.

“No condom?”

“No, I think I can trust you and I don’t mind if you cum in my mouth,” she replied while sliding down.

“Come here you wonderful toy who gave me so much pleasure, let me take care of you as you’ve never been taken care of before,” she said to my shaft while giving the top of the head a sweet and tender kiss followed by a tentative lick with her tongue. After the initial lick, she really went to work on my joystick which sprung immediately back into attack position. I saw her lips encircle the glans while I felt her tongue tease the sensitive frenulum. I could immediately feel this girl knew exactly what she needed to do to make a man go crazy with desire.

I should have known, that red-haired women will make you go crazy if you let them, so I better be careful and stick to my decision to make this strictly a one-night stand and not to make any promises for future play. I already had enough women I needed to satisfy on a regular basis. The only thing I needed to do right now was to enjoy her cock sucking skills.

It definitely felt as if she was determined to give me the ride of my life. I watched my cock disappear a quarter inch at a time between her luscious lips. She took her time to make me enjoy every additional piece of cock she sucked inside her mouth. I know it’s nearly impossible but it felt as if she curled her tongue around it as I saw my rod disappear into this hot wet massage machine. I’m not that big nor thick but when her lips touched my pubes and she pushed her mouth extra hard against my body I could feel the entrance of her throat squeezing the head. Not many women can give me that feeling, but she did, giving me the impression my cock was an inch longer than it really was.

Before pulling back I felt the tips of her fingers tickle my ball sack, which is an extremely sensitive spot for me. I have no idea how she figured that out, as not many women know this about me. It’s the kind of information I only share with the ones that are dearest to me, like Catharina or Grace to name but two. I knew that if she kept that up I wouldn’t last very long at all. Luckily she stopped when she pulled up again, letting my throbbing member slip slowly out of her mouth. It felt tremendous, and when she gobbled me up again, the tickling also resumed. To top it, I felt her finger searching for my perineum and when she found it she also began tickling that sensitive part of my body, alternating it with my asshole.

The only thing she didn’t do was try to slip a finger in my ass, which I guessed was because she wasn’t into anal play herself. It’s funny how you can figure out what a person likes themselves based on what they do to you. After sliding about 10 times in and out of her mouth, combined with some hand massage along the base when slipping out I felt I couldn’t hold out any longer.

As I didn’t want to startle her by ejaculating unexpectedly in her mouth, I told her when the tip of my cock was between her lips.

“I’m about to cum Joy.”

“Oh goody, I love the taste of cum, good of you to warn me so I don’t let it go to waste.”

“So it’s OK for me to cum in your mouth?”

“You really are always the perfect gentleman, asking politely where to dump your load.” She emphasized where it was to go by opening her mouth wide.

I wanted to answer her that I found it only normal to ask, but I had reached the point of no return and deposited the first rope of many right in her open mouth. When the ejaculation had dwindled down to a few drops, she made a show of how much cum I had deposited on her tongue, then swallowed it with even more show, demonstrating it had all gone by opening her mouth wide again.

“Mmmmhmmm yummy, you taste good Lew, a bit salty with a fruity undertone.”

I looked at her and couldn’t refrain from playing her game by asking, “the tannins OK dear, and what about the aftertaste?”

“Let me put it this way, I wouldn’t mind another glass of this ambrosia in the near future, how about Friday next week after your next ride with us?”

“You know what I said Joy, this is a one-time deal only.”

“Well, you can’t blame a girl for trying now can you?”

“No I can’t and I won’t, but I’m afraid I’ve got to run now, working day for me tomorrow you know and it’s already way past my bedtime as it is.”

I jumped out of bed, and put my gear back on while she lay there flaunting her gorgeous body, still trying to seduce me. When I was fully dressed I bent down, gave her a kiss on her luscious lips, left her dreaming in the afterglow of our lovemaking, got in my car, and drove home for a well-needed rest. It had been a tiring evening with first the horse riding, which I hadn’t done in years, and then the Joy riding afterward, which I also thoroughly en-joy-ed but still took the stuffing out of me. I had two days to recover and prepare for a hippy lunch with Sunshine and her sis Claire.