Where it happened: the stables
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
Well, how to begin?
I’ll start by saying that my ‘first time’ was one of the most memorable sexual moments of my life to date – if not the most erotic.
I was home for summer holidays. My parents had sent me away to an exclusive catholic girls school. Having practically no contact with males at all, Bruce swept me off my feet. I really didn’t know what to expect from a man, and very little about what a man really wants,.
Bruce was hired by my father to help him out on our horse stud, he was 21, tall and bronzed with the ‘washboard’ stomach – I could never quite understand what attracted him, my being thin, red headed and freckled, but he wanted me. Hell, we both wanted each other.
It was a rainy afternoon, I’d just return from working my horse. Drenched to the skin I brushed down ‘major’. I was oblivious to everything around me except the sweet smell of the lucerne hay ‘major’ was snacking on, and then the abrupt squeal of the stable door opening.
Glancing around I saw the full bodied sillhouette of Bruce.
My heart beat rose.
We didn’t say a word.
We didn’t need to. It was if our bodies were communicating for us.
I won’t say it was magical. Nor will I say the it was painless – explaing blood stained jodphurs was difficult. I will say that it was quick, yet it seemed to last forever.
That was the only encounter Bruce and I ever had. He was sent away to work on another of my fathers properties, I was sent to band camp.
On rainy afternoons when I smell the lucerne I think of Bruce.
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