Lacy Riding Mistress 1 & 2
Lacy Riding Mistress 3
Lacy Riding Mistress 4
Lacy Riding Mistress 5
Previously
While she lay gasping for breath with the waves slowly dissipating, he undid his jodhpurs, released his erection and slowly guided it into her. He saw her throat as she swallowed involuntarily and he also saw her effort to keep her body relaxed so that he wouldn’t hurt her.
She refused to look down though and kept her gaze on his eyes. He licked his lips, more because of the sudden nervousness that overcame him than to taste her essence and he pushed into her. She jerked once as his erection slid past the final barrier and he sighed in relief and pleasure as he felt her hot wetness envelop him.
After only a few minutes of gentle rhythmic movement, he felt her tense under him again and her body repeated the orgasmic thrusting of before and though he tried to hold back, his excitement and hers brought on his own orgasm in a rush which took his breath away and tightened his muscles to almost painful exertion.
She gripped him with her legs and her arms and they rode the tide of ecstasy together.
He slumped down on her, exhausted until she pushed him to make him move off her body so she could breathe.
The sheen of sweat attracted the dust from the hay and blankets and they felt grimy and sticky once the euphoria was over.
Nathaniel pushed her over and ran his fingers gently over her bottom to see if the straw had scratched her. She laughed at him and slapped his hand away, rolled back over and pulled down her t-shirt.
Then she leaned forward to try to untangle her jeans and underwear. Lacy gave up on trying to pull them back up over her feet so she kicked them off and turned them the right way. She stood up, her t-shirt barely brushing the top of her behind and started to pull her jeans on.
“I think a shower would be best,” Nathaniel said.
“I’d love one but my parents will be expecting me home.”
“Phone them to say you’re staying for dinner from the house.”
She nodded and yanked a blanket from under his arse, wrapped it around her, grabbed the rest of her clothes and ran for the door.
“Hey, wait for me!”
“Not likely, I know where you keep the spare key, I’ll sneak in, I don’t want the staff gossiping about me,” she said and ran across the yard.
It was dark when they finished dinner so Nathaniel put her bike in the back of his Landrover and drove her home.
She waved from the gate but didn’t linger to see if he waved back. Nathaniel’s hand lifted from the steering wheel but it was too late, she’d gone.