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5th ASSTR Anniversary Themes.

I suddenly found that I was a little less busy then I had
expected to be, so, being a glutton for punishment decided I
would 'risk' a late entry to Hecate's Anniversary 'themes' bash.
Serves me right! Her damned piece of software dealt me the theme
of 'Horse Racing.' I've never been to a horse race in my life,
but I did do a little riding a few years ago. So here's my theme

This story contains words of a sexual nature and should not be
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real life -- if you can't hack that, go lie down in a dark room;
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Horse Racing 
Sven the Elder 
(C) Nov. 2001

We were out together, that late spring morning - she and I -
lazily riding across the long grassland. Here the age-old, green
road skirted the lower reaches of the escarpment. In a little
while it would wend its way gently upwards.

Those ancients, the ones from several thousand years ago, knew a
thing or two when they trekked this way and drove their animals
before them. The old Drovers Way, the path we trod so lightly, was
well-worn, making its way towards the next small river ford
where they would have watered their stock and maybe stopped for
the night.  Now we used its gentle, peaceful way for the pleasure
of our days riding.

My reveries and musings, half daydreaming of long ago was
shattered by the cry of my companion, "Race ya!" And she was gone
- hoofs thundering, raising the dust from the dryish soil below
the blades of grass. I laughed as I spurred my eager horse on,
laying along its neck, half standing in my stirrups as we took
off in pursuit. The few seconds she had gained by springing the
surprise on me gave her twenty, maybe thirty yards head start,
but my pony, a hand or so taller, was not going to be beaten and
we slowly began to overhaul them.

The river and the trees at its edge drew quickly closer as we
levelled with them, neck and neck we raced and then slowly I
edged ahead, my thighs feeling the powerful muscles flexing as I
gripped tightly with my knees just, only just, in control of my
excited animal's exertions.  We careered up to the river bank,
just in the lead. By now I was worried about our ability to stop.
In the end it really didn't matter, my lovely horse simply
swerved at the very last moment, leaving me to describe a gentle
parabola into ten feet of water!

Lets just say it was cold and leave it at that. It took my breath
away though and as I surfaced I was coughing and spluttering
trying to get my it back. The loser had managed to reign her
mount in and stop in time, no need to catch my dear 'animal,' she
was tasting the lush grass a few yards further down the bank.
Once my companion had decided that I was not in imminent danger
her concern gave way to laughter.

"Only just managed to avoid joining you myself," was the comment
as I swam to the edge. "At least the picnic didn't join you -
shall we have it here?"  The last as I was now wading out at the
lowest part of the bank, part of the ford where the water was
quite shallow.

"Suppose so," I grunted, still winded a bit, "I'll need to try
and dry out a bit anyway - I don't have a change of clothing,
hadn't really thought of swimming like that."

I sat down and tried to remove a riding boot without much
success. She dismounted and ambled across, still giggling, "hang
on - I'll give you a hand."

I extended my booted leg and she swung over it so that she faced
away as she held it high between her legs and pulled. It came off
with a dull 'plop' followed by quite a lot of water.

"Ugh!" was her comment, "that's going to be a delight to wear

The other one was removed in the same way.

"Come on," she said, quite matter-of-factly, "clothes off,
they'll dry in the sun if we spread them over the bushes." Then,
seeing the look on my face, "Oh God, come on - I've seen a naked
man before - you've not got anything that the others haven't got,
have you?" She giggled again at the thought.

So I mentally shrugged and undressed and was only mildly
surprised that my shrivelled wedding tackle, the water was cold,
right, hadn't decided to climb high enough inside to form bumps
on the back of my neck. While still trying to maintain a veneer
of decorum she glanced at what I might term my predicament - and
couldn't contain her mirth. She collapsed in a heap of giggles
totally oblivious to my feelings.

"Thanks a bundle!" I said resisting the temptation to pick her up
and go wading.

I walked over to my pony, undid the saddle bags and carried them
back across to where she was sitting, perhaps a little more
contritely than before. The sun was warmer now, in the late
morning, so I took the bottle of wine to the edge and put into the
clear water to chill a bit.

I went back to my horse, still grazing quite unconcerned, and
took her saddle off to give her a bit of a break from it. As an
aside it also gave me the saddle blanket to use, smelly though it
was, as something to sit on.  After a short while grass begins to
leave an impression on naked flesh.

As I walked back she commented "At least you're returning to a
more normal size as you warm up."

I chuckled and replied something to the effect that she shouldn't
be peeking.

"Well, I can't bloody miss your dangly bits the way you're
wandering around starkers." was the reply.

I ignored the comment, sat down and started to lay out the picnic.

"Overdressed persons will only get half rations." I said, half

She looked serious for a moment, unsure as to my tone of voice,
then said, "But I'm a good girl..." then giggled again as I
interrupted to tell her she'd be better and actually get some
wine and probably be more comfortable into the bargain, if she at
least took her hacking jacket off.

So she hummed the stripper and took it off, sensuously, or at
least as sensuously as you can take a riding jacket off whilst
wearing tight jodhpurs and tighter boots.  I clapped gently as I
wandered over to retrieve the bottle of wine.  She sat down on
her jacket as I drew the cork. Having poured myself a glass I
looked up and said "That's good, but not far enough for a glass
of wine yet."  I got a pout for my comment. I put my glass down,
"or perhaps you'd like to work up an appetite with a pre-lunch

"You wouldn't.."  

I grinned what I hoped was an evil grin.

"You bloody would!"

She stood up again, then fell over trying to get a boot off.

"My turn," and I turned my back to her as she held the boot up. Like
her I put it between my legs to get a grip on it, she wiggled it
gently against, as she had put it earlier, 'my dangly bits.' I
tried to ignore her and pulled the boot off. The we did the other
one. I placed it down by the other one, "jodhpurs?"

"Suppose so."

She eased the elasticised waistband over her hips and I pulled
them off gently as she wiggled them off her rear.

Suddenly the atmosphere was a little more tense as I realised why
there was no panty line, it wasn't a thong. There were no
panties. Now she affected nonchalance as she got up and took her
sweater off.  There wasn't a bra either.

"Satisfied?"  She did a twirl, slowly.

I took a sip of wine, put my glass down and poured one for her.

"You must admit you were just a smidgen overdressed."

"Yes but I wasn't wet."

"We can still rectify that."

I offered my hand and she held it as we walked to the water's edge
- out of the corner of my eye I noted that both ponies had
stopped eating and were watching us - she caught my glance and
followed it then giggled again at the sight of them both looking.
Knowing the water was deep on the inside of the slight bend,
after all I had fallen into it, I pulled her into a gentle run
and we jumped in. Now it was cold again, but this time as the
consequence of a deliberate action, pleasant and refreshing.  We
laughed as we surfaced and swam towards the gravely shallows.  I
caught up and tickled her and she spluttered as the water went up
her nose. I put my arm round her waist as I stood, even in the
cold I was at half-staff. "Men!" was the only comment, but as she
stood up she still turned and waited to be kissed.

The kiss grew on us both, taking us by surprise in its sneaky
passion.  We recoiled, both a little startled by the ardour we
seemed to have kindled, then, almost at the same time it appeared
that an inner voice said 'Oh what the hell,' and we moved closer
and kissed again. A little while later, we broke for breath, she
rested her head on my shoulder and almost absentmindedly remarked
that the water was cold. We waded back to the bank, out of the
shade into the warmth of the sun. She shook her head to loosen
the moisture in her hair, then combed it back out of her eyes
with her hand.

I held my hands out and she came closer to me again, holding me
to her, feeling me grow as a measure of the pleasure I felt from
her close presence. She hugged me too her and leaning back just a
fraction kissed me again, her hands rubbing the fine hair in the
small of my back as I rested my hands on the swell of her bottom
and pulled her gently against me. She broke the kiss and then
moved down and kissed my still wet chest, nibbling one nipple as
she gently teased the other with her finger nails.  She moaned
gently in her kiss as she felt me twitch against her centre. As
she slid down to her knees she reached the object of her desire
and took the purple tip into her mouth. The feelings were
exquisite and brought a sharp intake of breath from me in my
delight at the work her lips and tongue were doing.  All too soon
I made her stop, I was too close to my climax and wanted to take
more time in what we were about.

Now it was my turn to kiss her again and she laid back on the
grass as I did so, the swell of her breasts flattening as she
laid there - I sucked on a nipple, already prominent, and then
listened to her gasp as I pulled it gently with my teeth. I
kissed on down to her wiry dark thatch, parting it with my tongue
to taste her sweet moisture, gathering in beads at her opening.
As I moved round between her legs she lifted her knees up and
then put her bare feet on my shoulders to open herself totally to

I took a second or two to take in the beauty of the sight, her
fur, now spread wide open to show me the coral pinkness and source
of the gentle muskiness now quite apparent to my nose. I waited
no longer but kissed from the inside of her knee drawn down to
her openness - the heady taste was desire itself. Her moans and
wriggles reward enough, but the taste and smell making me harder
yet again until I could wait no longer.  I rubbed the tip of my
penis in the wetness of her centre and then slowly eased into
her, feeling her heat drawing me relentlessly in. We stayed that
way, savouring the moment until she flexed back a little under me
and I in turn moved to almost slip right out of her. Then we
moved together, thrusting and gazing into each others eyes as the
pleasure and wonderful feelings took over. We stopped to let the
plateau stabilise for a second then, by mutual understanding
started with redoubled vigour each determined to ride out the
second race of the day to a dead-heat.

I think I came first, but if I did, it was only by a short head as
I half collapsed on top of her as she hugged me to her.

As I shrivelled and slipped from her, I rolled back on to my
side, facing her and kissed her again.  Silently we lay back in
the sunshine, half dozing, basking in the afterglow.

A little later she got up and wandered back into the shallows and
washed our juices off.  I joined her and did the same.

We used the old blanket to dry us after a fashion, and then
dressed - each still a little lost in the thoughts of the moment.

The picnic was almost subdued, but a further pleasure nevertheless,
as we drank and ate our fill.

My pony waited patiently as I put the blanket back over her back
and then rigged the saddle again, trying to breathe out as usual
as I cinched it tight. I tied my saddle bags back into place and
then legged her up onto her mount, before climbing, a little
stiffly, onto mine.  We stopped and looked for a moment back over
the scene, the ruffled grass the only mark of our moment of sweet
passion. I moved over to her, and we leaned briefly together and
shared a gentle kiss, out ponies waiting patiently for us.

Then we moved off into a gentle canter, heading home on that
quiet summery afternoon, the pleasures of the day already such
sweet memories.


(C) Sven the Elder 
November 2001.

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