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A Decadent Evening in the Stables

I watched Vanessa rein in her horse and spin it about, she charged it down the field of grass, riding it hard after the white polo ball. Her striking blue eyes where focused and her attention rep on the hunt, the pursuit and the capture. I found a familiar heat creep down to my loins and I let my gaze linger a moment longer on her before I tore my eyes away.

brunette milf with a whip

I let the sound of thundering hooves fade behind me as I carried the straw bale to the barn, my muscles bulging with the weight of it and sweat dripping down my back as I walked out of the warm evening and into the sweet smelling barn. I passed the horses softly snorting or munching on their hay. It was late already and the golden sun had just dipping behind the horizon, but the evening remained warm. I placed the bale down beside the last empty stall in the row, smiling to myself as I pulled off my shirt. Soon Vanessa would come to me. Soon I would be able to embrace her and enjoy the pleasure of a beautiful, confident and experienced older woman. I felt a tightening of my abdomen just at the thought.

A Milfaholic Desire

“Evening Alex,” greeted a young, nimble woman that walked past. “Evening Megan,” I politely greeted back, bunching up my shirt and throwing it aside, before loosening the twine of the bale. Megan paused, “Working late I see.” Her eyes raked me up and down. I shrugged, “A groom’s job is never done.” I tried to sound aloof, not wanting to prolong our conversation. I saw Megan’s cheeks warm as she continued to stare at my bare chest. “If you’d excuse me, I had best be getting back to work.” “Of course,” she nodded, “but if you ever want to go for a drink or something after work, you have my number.” “Thanks, but I’m too busy this evening.” I said with no enthusiasm and turned around to spread the straw.
Megan got the hint, huffed loudly and stormed off, her designer riding boots clacking loudly on the stone floor. I threw the rest of the straw into the stall and proceeded to spread it out. In the past I would have immediately said yes to a drink with Megan, and perhaps have a little fun after with a young woman like her, but now I was a milfaholic and all I desired was Vanessa.

A Rising Anticipation

Being twenty two, I had never considered dating a woman much older than me, but after having considered MILF dating, I was more than surprised and delighted at how sumptuous and sexy and absolutely satisfying sleeping with an older woman could be. Vanessa’s confidence and stability in who she was, as well as her experience in making love, astounded me and taught me a few things about satisfying a woman who knows what she wants in a sexual partner. I could feel my blood start to warm, and a tell tale pleasurably painful bulge form in my pants as I straightened up, satisfied that I had made our little evening rendezvous spot comfortable. I closed the stable door and settled into the stall.
Now I just had to wait, soon Vanessa would come to me.We had arranged our first meeting moths ago through a MILF dating site, and since than it had become a regular thing for me to wait in the barn for her and she would come to me once all the others had left; once the barn was quiet and private, except for the soft sounds of horses all around us, and we would make love in our own private stall in the soft straw. I felt warm, and my anticipation rose as the evening became darker and the last sounds of people left the barn. Soon she would come to me.

The Perfect Rider

I could hear the sound of footsteps on the stone floor and the soft knickers of welcome as the horses spotted her walking down the barn isle. I sat up in the straw, waiting, feeling the pleasurable pain increase inside my denim jeans. The stable door slid open and Vanessa paused in the doorway, framed by the light behind her and letting her musky sent precede her. It made my heart race. Her skintight clothes showed every curve of her body and the roundness of her amply breasts. Her knee high, soft leather boots hugged her slender, muscled legs and she stood confidently before me. A lifetime of riding had made her supple and slender and absolutely irresistible to me.
I knelt on the ground and felt my breath catch as she walked into the stall. She closed the door behind her and pulled out a riding crop. Vanessa stood over me, holding the crop between her hands and all I could do was stare, paralysed both by her poise and the memory of the pleasure of sleeping with her before. I felt blood rush downwards and away from my brain as she slid the crop over my bare chest and under my chin, lifting my head to look up at her. “Are you read for me to ride you, young man?” she said in a luxuriously smooth voice. All I could mange was a nod as I felt my erection try to escape from my jeans.

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