I once dated a woman who worked as a horse rider a few towns away. She had hazel eyes, a sweet smile, spoke with an adorable accent and laughed easily and often. If I’m honest, she was the tall, brunette athletic type I caught myself dreaming of being with since I’ve been old enough to have a preference.
Our first meeting had been everything I could have hoped for – we went for a hike and got caught n the rain, it was playful, adventurous and passionate, I was obsessed.
Our relationship was only a few dates old and we lived a long drive apart, so after the wild successes of our first meetings we agreed to make the most of it the next visit and sleep over. When I arrived she greeted me at the door in black lacy lingerie and her feet didn’t touch the floor for the rest of the night.
I woke up to her curled under my arm, her head on my shoulder and her dark, silky hair tickling my neck. I kissed her forehead and she stirred, murmuring about a few more minutes rest and wound herself tighter around me like a hibernating snake. I smiled and let myself drift back to sleep as the fingers of my trapped arm traced gently over the skin of her back.
However long I rested for, the sensation of my balls being cupped and massaged was what brought me back, we were still wound together like rope but she had decided it was morning now and I should share it with her. She stroked me, kissed my neck and whispered in my ear what a lovely sleep she’d had, I sighed and felt my cock hardening under her touch. She purred and bit my neck, quick and playful, then in a flash she grabbed my arm, spun herself away from me and pulled my arm over her as she slid her hips back against mine.
“I don’t want to get up yet… fuck me slow?” she asked, snuggling into me like a purring kitten.
I kissed her shoulders as my hand slid over the curve of her bum and teased at the plump lips of her pussy. She was soaking wet as I eased two fingers inside, she gasped and flexed, the muscles of her pussy closing around my fingers so hard they slipped out, dripping with her juices.
“… I had such good dreams” she said, “… I need you in me now” and pushed her hips back into me again.
I guided the tip of my bare cock to her pussy and savoured the moment as her juices lubed the head; then began to work it into her. I’d been with enough women to understand a normal amount of “tight” but by virtue of luck or her line of work she was another level entirely, her pussy resisted the gentle prying of the tip as I pressed more and more firmly, when it finally let me in I could feel the smooth ribbons of vaginal muscle straining and squeezing my shaft as it slipped in inch by slow inch. I groaned and buried my head in her shoulder as she moaned into her pillow and pushed her hips back burying me to the hilt. We lay there for a moment, both stunned at the feeling, my hand found her breasts and rolled her nipples between my fingers, pinching them softly as she leaned back and pulled me in for a kiss. I found my rhythm thrusting deep inside her, the fingers of my other hand teasing the slick pearl of her clit.
We writhed against each other, gasping and moaning, she alternated between arching back to me to steal kisses and tearing herself away to bury a loud moan in her pillow when she couldn’t keep herself quiet any longer.
As her hips slid back into me over and over her wetness spread, I could feel its juicy slickness boiling over the base of my cock and beginning to coat her ass and my hips, I slipped my hand between us, running my fingertips down the crack of her bum as we kept grinding in slow rhythm. Her cum was everywhere, everything was so wet, my finger slipped into the tight ring of her asshole and it gripped my fingertip. She gasped and stopped, her eyes met mine, “good?” I asked, she bit her lip and nodded, “more?” I continued, sliding it fully inside her. She whimpered, “Please…” I held her close for a moment, feeling the the rim of my cock-head slipping past my finger as it kept working deep inside her. With one final deep thrust in her pussy, I slipped out my finger and slowly drew myself back and pressed the tip against that tight little ring, it resisted for a moment and then swallowed the head hungrily. “FUCK!” she yelped, her eyes squeezed shut and her fingernails reached back and bit into my thigh, this was the first time we’d tried her ass, I stayed still and let her work through her sensations. Massaging a breast in one hand, teasing her clit with the other, kissing her neck breathing with her as her tension began melted away. She sighed and settled her hips back into me, the tight ring working its way farther and farther down my shaft.
“It’s good…it’s really good…don’t stop…”
I eased her onto her back and spread her legs, bringing myself under her arm and starting to suck on a hard nipple as I found my rhythm in this delightful new hole. She closed her eyes, murmuring sweet nothings while drifting off towards her climax as I filled her backdoor, her clit throbbed under my fingers and her glistening pussy sent a trickle of cum flowing down onto my now smoothly thrusting cock, keeping us perfectly lubed. I felt her body start to tense and a sheen of sweat on her tits, thighs and toned stomach began to catch the morning sunshine peeking through the window. I knew she was close but I stayed steady and slow, teasing her to the end. The hand on my hip began working mindlessly back and forth, dragging the white tips of her French nails back and forth against my skin, pressure building as we both lost control. She threw a pillow over her face and screamed as her orgasm finally washed over her, I held her close and felt the spasms in her clit and in the muscles of her ass clamping down on the base of my shaft, the sensation sent me over the edge and as she finished the last waves of hers I reached my own climax and blew my load deep inside her.
We lay there, breathing deep and soft in the aftermath, my still pulsing cock still buried deep in her asshole. I cupped her chin and her eyes met mine, “Where the fuck did you come from?” “I’m just your dream girl, that’s all.” she said, innocently. I kissed her.
Later that morning after a shared shower, breakfast, and eagerly planning our next meeting, I had to head home and she had to ride. She dressed in her leathers and jacket and headed out ahead of me as I finished gathering my things. When I got down to the stable to say goodbye she was already in the ring riding a tall sorrel, her favourite at the stable. She rounded the ring and passed by, we blew each other kisses as the other girls working at the stable giggled. We looked very sweet and smitten, no one would guess the sensations that had her smiling so sweetly every time she bounced in the saddle, or the blood red welts stinging on my hip from her fingernails.
She really was my Dream Girl.
It has been years since that morning, I wish I could tell you we found a happy ending together but as good as we were situations evolved in ways that were beyond our control. I wish her nothing but happiness as I hope the same for myself. Whatever happens, at least I have the memories.
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