Cute Girls

Sean had no idea what he was doing at an English horse show. It was a one day event, featuring dressage, stadium jumping, and cross-country. Lots of girls in skintight tan breeches and classy black hunt coats. Most of them of the ‘rich bitch’ variety, who owned a twenty-to-fifty-thousand dollar horse, and could ride that one horse and no other. Sean had no admiration for that type. It took little skill to dress up, hop on a horse somebody else groomed, trained, and braided, and do a little pattern in a show. Sean was a true cowboy – well, mostly. His family bred Paints and Quarter Horses, trained them to work under Western tack and perform in rodeos and breed shows, and sold them to mostly local buyers. Not many cows involved, to be honest. He couldn’t picture his big Paint gelding, a great all-purpose horse, collecting himself into the rounded, energetic frame he was now observing in the dressage arena.

‘Warmbloods, all of ‘em,’ he thought, somewhat annoyed, ‘Imported, probably. What I wouldn’t give to see a good all-American horse in this class! I’m gonna kill my cousin for dragging me here…she doesn’t even enter the damn arena for another half hour…I should go watch the jumping class. Doesn’t hold a candle to a good reiner or a cutting horse, but at least it’s more interesting than sitting here watching all these identical German-trained things strut their stuff.’

After casting one more peeved glance at the girl currently performing her dressage test (She was gorgeous, with long blond hair in a ponytail), Sean stalked off. Typical. Uninteresting. Sean gave his cowboy hat a tug to draw it a bit further down over his eyes. He was wearing his nicer blue button-up shirt, faded blue jeans, and his worn old belt. With a nice big silver buckle, of course. He had gotten several odd looks at his attire, but Sean was not about to change his style just to suit the people his cousin Angie rode with. It was her own fault for going English, anyway.

Fiona noticed him right away. He had ‘the walk’: that lazy, understated sensuality of a man who knew how to sit a horse. She wished she weren’t straddling a piece of leather right now, as she had the sudden urge to straddle “him” instead.

“It should be a crime for anyone to look that good,” Fiona whispered to her friend, who just glanced and shook her head.

“You’re crazy, dude,” she said dismissively, “You’ve already done the cowboy thing. You dated one for all of three months, remember? He turned out to be the worst definition of hick.”

“Yeah,” conceded Fiona with a grin, “But you know me – I never learn.”

She steered her horse onto the rail, glancing at the man who piqued her interest. He had leaned his arms on the rail and propped one of his dusty old boots on the post. Julia knew it would be embarrassing to find a damp spot in the crotch of her breeches, but thought that was likely to happen. She found it an amazing turn-on that he had apparently not shaven that morning, as his strong jaw was stippled with manly stubble. Usually Fiona liked her men clean-shaven, but for some reason the roughness of it suited him perfectly.

Fiona had finished her course already, and was just hanging around having fun. Her horse was lazy for the most part, so they hadn’t done well in the show. She was ready to show off a little, and there was a free jump line set up. Fiona gathered her mare’s reins and called, “Heads up!” As she clicked her tongue and gave her horse a firm series of kicks to urge her into a reluctant canter. Remembering her instructor’s advice to ‘ride like a cowboy’, she loosened her reins to the point of ineffectiveness, flipped her whip upside-down in her hand and slapped it down firmly on her horse’s flank. The grey mare finally moved forward properly and collected herself for a jump. Fiona grinned like a wild thing and yelled, “Yee-haw!” As she and her horse surged over the jump, landed, met for three exhilarating canter strides, then off into the air again, Fiona felt the familiar wave of adrenaline fill her.

“Top that!” she called to her friend after the jump. Her companion shrugged and prepared to go over it herself.

“Sure thing. But you know I’ll look better doing it – only you make those Fiona-noises over a jump. And “my” horse moves on his own!”

Fiona giggled and gave her mare her head. As they strolled lazily past the rail she heard a soft masculine voice say, “Do you always whoop like that when you jump?”

Fiona turned and saw the cowboy she had been checking out earlier looking up at her with laughing blue eyes. Sean had noticed her grey grade-horse mare first, and thought how refreshing it was to see a horse who didn’t look primped and fake. This mare’s braids looked okay, but not excellent – and no amount of Sho-Sheen had managed to get rid of the entirety of a green stain on her hind leg. Plus, the girl on top of her wasn’t bad looking at all. She had short red-brown hair, maybe long enough to brush her bottom lip, although it was hard to say for sure because of her big black velvet helmet. Her face was long and thin, splattered all over with freckles, especially on the prominent nose above her cherry-red painted lips. Her body was great, though. She had ditched the obscuring hunt coat and untucked her crisp polo shirt, so the fabric caught tantalizingly at her curves but did not blatantly display them. Her pants, of course, were like a second skin – literally. They were light tan and showed the exact shape of her thigh, although her calves were highlighted by slightly dusty and well-used black leather tall boots.

Fiona couldn’t believe he was talking to her. She had been picked up by random guys before, but not usually ones she had singled out beforehand as fine examples of the males of the species. Plus, she was on her horse and looking gross. Still, despite her shock, she managed a grin and jauntily shot back, “Well, only sometimes…I try to keep my mouth shut, but I tend make a lot of noise when I’m enjoying myself.”

“‘That so,” the cowboy replied, smirking. Fiona realized with a blush that he was not referring to horseback riding at that moment. She didn’t know quite how to reply, but was saved by Sean continuing with, “So, you’re done with your class, I’m guessing. May I escort your mare back to her stall? It’s not gentlemanlike to let such a pretty lady find her own way home.”

Fiona would have been embarrassed if he had suggested such things to her, but as he was referring to horse, it somehow seemed less presumptuous.

“Sure thing. The walk back will cool her out properly, too.”

She turned and called to her friend that she was going, then clicked to her horse and headed out the gate. Sean was already there by the time her horse’s flank passed the gate, and he fell easily into step beside her. He didn’t say anything for a short while, occupying himself by discreetly letting his eyes follow the girl’s hips as they slid smoothly back and forth with the motion of the horse’s walk.

“Damn”, he thought, suddenly feeling heat rush into his groin, “Girls who know how to ride already have all the moves down – all I need to do is take the place of that horse and she can ride me all afternoon.”

“So what’s this fine girl’s name?” he asked companionably, patting the mare on her shining, somewhat sweaty shoulder, “She’s the best-looking horse I’ve seen all day.”

Fiona snorted at that. “Suck up”, she thought, casting her gaze down upon him from where she sat comfortably atop her horse.

“Heh, if you think my little grade horse mare is the prettiest thing here, you must not have been watching the fifty expensive Holsteiners and Thoroughbreds that rode before us! I’m just here for the experience, really, not a ribbon. Molly and I have fun together, though,” she said fondly, scratching her horse on the withers with affection, “I don’t own her, she belongs to my instructor, but I leased her for the weekend. My name’s Fiona, by the way.”

“Sean Johnson, at your service, ma’am,” Sean tipped his hat to her, making Julia giggle. He was enjoying his stroll very much, as well as Fiona’s talkative charm. She wasn’t the most classically beautiful girl here, just like her horse wasn’t – but the two of them had enough personality to make them the only pair worth talking to. Just seeing a real person, who obviously did all her own work, was refreshing. And, Sean discovered, uncomfortably stimulating.

“So, Sean, do you often offer your escort services to completely random strangers?”

Sean’s mouth twitched into a lopsided smile, making Julia’s stomach do a funny little twist. She felt a fresh gush of cool, slippery liquid between her legs and squirmed a bit, not looking forward to dismounting like this. God, but he looked hot when he smiled! And his rough, blunt hand on her mare’s shoulder, so close to her own leg, was somewhat distracting. When he spoke, it was in a slow, understated drawl that Fiona found inexplicably sexy.

“Naw, I only pick out the really cute ones,” Sean replied, turning his sparkling eyes up at her. The view of them looking mirthfully – and a little hungrily – from beneath his well-worn cowboy hat made Fiona do a double-take. She was saved from having to actually reply by the appearance of Molly’s stall.

“Well, here we are,” she said quickly, reining in her horse and swinging off.

“Oh, ow, it always hurts to hit the ground after being in the saddle for three hours,” Julia complained, stretching her back.

“Want me to hold her while you run your stirrups up?” Sean asked, sensing that she had been made just a bit uncomfortable by his last comment. He was rewarded by a grateful smile.

“That’d be great, thanks. How do you know about running your stirrups, anyway? No need to do that in a Western saddle, and I’m guessing you didn’t just come from your dressage test.”

She cast an amused, but appreciative glance at his worn jeans. They fit him really nicely, hugging his legs just close enough to give an idea of his physique, but not so tight as to be constricting, as some cowboy-esque men she had encountered were prone to doing. And damn but they made his ass look good.

“My cousin rides in shows like this,” Sean said, watching Julia’s closefitting shirt catch on her breasts as she lifted her arms to run up the irons. Fiona nodded in understanding, and walked around behind Molly to take care of the other stirrup. Sean took the opportunity to check out her butt, which was firm and small – really hot, in his opinion. Not a lot of padding, but very muscular, which certainly suited a regular rider like her.

“Me,” he went on, wanting to keep her interested so he could continue to watch her from beneath his hat brim, “I’ve been riding since I was five. Quarter horses, mostly. And Paints. I’ve done the rodeo thing a few times, calf roping and such. Rode a bull once, just to say I’d done it, but after almost getting gored once I figured I’d stick to the intelligent animals.”

Fiona laughed and turned to take the reins back from him. Her fingers brushed his, and he was surprised how soft and cool they were. He would really like to take the entirety of her hand in his, maybe raise it to his lips – girls love mushy stuff like that, and it could easily lead to something a bit more exciting. It sucked being able to see her exact curves from the waist down, highlighted by her breeches, but it would be quite a different thing to feel those slim thighs as opposed to just staring at them when her back was turned.

“I can imagine,” she said jovially, leading Molly into her stall, “I think I’ll keep away from cows. Horses are smarter and prettier, so there’s no reason to covert to the bovines.”

“Exactly,” Sean said with a chuckle, cautiously edging into the stall after her, “Would you like help with anything?”

Fiona cast him a quizzical look. No one had ever offered her all this assistance without wanting something else.

“Well…yeah, if you want, that’d be great. I’ll just put the tack away, but there’s a soft brush and a hoof pick in the bucket outside, if you wanna do that…I can get her braids out when I get back.”

By the time she’d returned Molly was well brushed, and Sean was partway done with the braids. He was having trouble with the band that held one of them, and was cursing under his breath when Fiona arrived.

“I think that job could use a lady’s touch,” she said, shouldering him playfully out of the way.

“Hey!” he chuckled as he allowed himself to be shoved aside. Sean hesitated for a moment, laying his hand on Molly’s warm shoulder.

“Actually,” he continued softly, “Those braids aren’t the only thangs that could use a lady’s touch.”

Fiona whipped her head around to stare at him in surprise. Was that…a proposition? It was a pretty damn good one, if that were the case. Sean’s eyes were intense on hers; she could label the heat in them, although that was a bit softened by the shy way he was looking at her from underneath the brim of his hat. When she didn’t speak for a few moments, he stuck his hands in his pockets self-consciously.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, “That was probably goin’ a bit too far. I didn’t think you’d be the kind of girl to be got like that, but…it was worth a try.”

Fiona, surprised again, burst into a giggle.

“Yes, it was a very good try,” she agreed, finally disentangling the stubborn band and dropping it to the shavings, “And in fact,” she added, feeling quite daring, “It might even have worked, did I not have eight more braids to undo before I can turn my attention to other activities.”

“I can wait,” Sean said eagerly, sounding so thrilled Fiona couldn’t help but giggle again. She worked in silence for awhile then, rhythmically untangling the rubber bands from each braid, and considering. This guy had been coming on pretty strong already, and she’d know him how long? Half an hour, maximum. Did she really want to hop into bed with someone she had just met? It wasn’t very classy….but he “was” gorgeous, and it had been awhile for her after all…and she always kept a couple condoms in her purse, just in case. A modern woman had to always be prepared. Finally, she made a decision, and solidified it by casting a bemused glance at Sean’s belt.

“I always wondered about those huge belt buckles,” she commented, dropping the last braid binder onto the ground, “Don’t they get uncomfortable after awhile? Because if yours is, you know, feel free to take it off.”

Sean stared at her incredulously. Come to think of it, his belt “was” starting to feel a little tight! Very constricting, actually.

“Goddamn,” he muttered, “Do you mean that?”

Smirking, Fiona nodded a couple times, but didn’t have time to formulate a creative response because she was distracted by the feeling of his hand creeping up to cradle her head, his fingers sliding on either side of her hastily-constructed ponytail. Gently, he tipped her face upwards and brought his lips to hers. Fiona couldn’t remember being kissed so sweetly in all her life, and she’d kissed quite a few. Of course, her brain wasn’t really working properly, so that could be what was obstructing her memory. Fiona wound her arms around Sean’s neck, tilting his hat to one side. He deepened their kiss, finally allowing his tongue to slip into her mouth. Fiona moaned lightly – she hadn’t been kidding when she’d said she couldn’t keep her mouth shut when she was having fun. Sean could feel her firm back beneath his hands, which were gradually traveling downwards, following the dip of her body into the hollow of her lower back, then curving out to cup the smooth cheeks of her butt. Sean squeezed gently, loving the resistance of her toned muscles under his hands. He closed his teeth lightly over her lower lip, feeling passion burning in him. Gasping, nearly trembling with desire at his knowledgeable touch, Fiona pulled back and gazed at him desperately.

“Where can we go?” she asked, her voice husky. Sean thought for a moment, wishing he had something prepared. But of course, he hadn’t been expecting to find a girl like this at a show!

“I’ve got a truck,” he answered at last, “It isn’t parked very far away. We could drive somewhere.”

“Let’s go,” Fiona said instantly, suddenly brusque, “Give Molly a scoopful of sweet feed as a treat, and let me write a note to my friend and get my purse. I’ll be back here in two minutes flat.”

Watching her short, perky ponytail bounce as she jogged out of the stall, Sean had to push his hat back to wipe away the band of sweat that had collected beneath it.

“Damn,” he said under his breath, “How’d I get myself in this fix? I need to follow Angie around more often!”

Two minutes later, true to her promise, Fiona was back with a plain, ugly navy blue purse over her shoulder. She didn’t say anything, just locked Molly’s door and gave the mare one last pat before turning expectantly to Sean. He noticed her flushed face, excited dilated pupils, and couldn’t wait to get far away from the show grounds. Unfortunately, his truck was parked a good ten minute walk away, and he hoped to be discreet. They were both awkward as they tried to take the least populated way to the parking lot, both keeping their heads down and trying not to look at one another too much, lest they spark suspicion in onlookers. It was a relief when they finally got to Sean’s truck, and enormous one. Fiona climbed up and plopped herself down on a seat, grinning with renewed comfort as Sean closed the door behind him.

“This is certainly spacious,” she said, running a hand across the expanse of middle seat that separated her from Sean, “In fact, it’s a bit “too” spacious, don’t you think?”

Sean gave her a quizzical look, wondering what she was up to.

“Actually, I think I’d much rather sit in the middle. I’ll just straddle the stick.”

He really wished she hadn’t put it that way. Watching Fiona crawl across the seat and arrange herself beside him, one leg on either side of the stick shift, made him become increasingly aware of the snugness of his Wranglers.

“So,” he said, clearing his throat to try and steady his voice, “Where do you want to go? I know this area pretty well, so just gimme an idea and I can get us there.”

“Just take us somewhere isolated,” Fiona replied firmly. She really wasn’t in the mood for romance. She was in a truck with a hot cowboy; who the hell needed champagne and strawberries with that? Sean revved the engine and started off, while Fiona found the best Country music station around and promptly started to sing along.

“Sorry,” she said, grinning, after mutilating Garth Brooks’ ‘Standing Outside the Fire’, “I pick up lyrics really fast, but I suck at singing. Country is my favorite, though! I can almost hit the male singer’s notes, if I try really hard.”

Sean laughed, glancing cheekily in her direction.

“Yeah, you’re not quite ready to take Nashville by storm just yet,” he quipped, earning a light slap of indignation for his comments.

They drove for awhile, the time shortened by country radio karaoke, but finally Sean found the perfect spot. It was a cluster of trees in the middle of a corn field, the trees displaying the typically-unknown fact that an old homestead used to be there. He killed the engine, undid his seat belt, and leaned on t he steering wheel, looking over at Fiona. She was checking out the view appreciatively.

“This is definitely isolated,” she said, “I don’t see a road anywhere! How did you know this was here?”

“My Uncle owns it,” Sean said casually, to which Fiona whipped her head around warily.

“He won’t be coming by to check on his fields anytime today, will he?” she asked warily. Sean just laughed at her worry.

“Naw, he’s at the horse show, and after that he’ll go straight home with my cousin. Besides, this field isn’t due for planting or harvesting for a while now, so he has no reason to check it until tomorrow afternoon at the soonest.”

Fiona relaxed and undid her seat belt too.

“Well, that settles that, then,” she said calmly, then fixed her ocean-blue eyes on his sky-blue ones.

“Now take your pants off,” she ordered. Sean’s jaw dropped. He had no idea she would be so….pushy. But he’d be damned if he didn’t like that! It was about time there was a girl willing to take a little bit of initiative! Obediently, he undid his belt and unzipped his pants. Lifting his hips off the seat, he tugged the Wranglers down to his knees, and then off. Fiona studied his navy blue boxer briefs, then lifted an eyebrow. Still somewhat disbelieving, he removed those too, unveiling the enormous erection he had been cultivating since they first kissed in the stall.

Fiona took a deep breath as she studied it. He was perfect: just the right size, not intimidating, but…satisfying. Without saying a word, she closed her hand gently around his shaft and, maintaining eye contact all the way down, she lowered her mouth until her lips closed over it. Sean’s head fell back as he sighed deeply. God, it felt wonderful, to be enclosed in her hand and mouth! Her tongue was slowly tracing circle around the tip of his penis, around and around, as her mouth moved up and down along the length of it, her hand firmly occupying the base. Fiona was an expert at this! She tilted her head just right so she could fill her mouth with as much of him as she could manage, abandoning her tongue action when she took him in deep, and always moving her hand in tandem with her lips, a steady rhythm.

He planned to let her continue for as long as she wanted, unable to tear his eyes away from the vision of her down there; his own private porn performance. But he soon realized that she had no intention of letting up until he was done. He would have been fine with that, but Sean was a man of fairness, and he didn’t feel he’d be able to return the favor promptly if she was allowed to reduce him to shivering jelly. And she wasn’t far from doing just that.

Reluctantly, Sean laid one of his hands against her head.

“Baby, that feels amazing,” he moaned, “But if you don’t stop soon, you’re gonna have to wait at least ten minutes before you can get anything back.”

Giggling, Fiona lifted her head and tossed it as if her hair was down and she wanted to get it out of her eyes. Her hand closed around his penis and twisted upwards firmly before finally releasing him.

“Did you have anything else in mind?” she asked playfully. In response, Sean pulled her up so they were face to face, and took her mouth in a fiery kiss. Fiona was only too happy with this new situation. She dove joyfully into the kiss, enjoying the sensations of their lips sliding all over each other’s, their tongues meeting and retreating, in a dance of growing passion. Gradually, so she barely noticed what was happening, Sean inched her down until she was tucked into the corner between the two halves of the seat. The truck was big; it was nearly big enough for them to lie stretched out completely. He started to pull of his shirt, freeing his toned torso. Sean’s hat fell off in the process, revealing a tumble of dirty blond curls. Fiona wound her fingers into them, guiding him deeper still into their kiss. She could feel the bare heat of his erection between her legs, the thin barrier of her damp tan breeches tantalizingly insufficient.

Knowing she wouldn’t be able to hold out against his charms for much longer, Fiona started fumbling blindly in her purse for the small packet of condoms she had stashed there. Her hand, on its way up, met unexpectedly with Sean’s. He had been rooting around in the glove compartment. Sheepishly, they both grinned and raised their prizes: both held a pair of condoms in their fingers. Fiona laughed out loud.

“Looks like we’ve got four, then!” she exclaimed, laughing. Sean’s mouth twitched into a naughty smirk.

“Oh, the possibilities,” he said, setting his condoms alongside hers on the dashboard.

Sean shoved her down deeper into the crease between the seats, his mouth rough and passionate against hers. Fiona pressed her hands against his chest, feeling his toned muscles underneath. As her fingers brushed against his abs, tantalizingly close to his package, Sean moaned and pulled himself up off of her. He wasn’t about to wait much longer.

Without saying a word, Sean reached for the buttons of her crisp polo shirt, struggling with them for awhile. The damn things were jammed in the buttonholes so tight he couldn’t force them through. Finally, he gave up, and grabbed both sides of the collar, one in each hand.

“I’ll buy you a new one,” he said gruffly, then wrenched his hands apart. Buttons flew in all directions as they were ripped from their threads, and the two halves of the shirt sprang apart. Underneath she was wearing a sports bra, a full-coverage one that constricted her breasts, holding them firmly to her chest. Fiona wished she was wearing something lacey and feminine, but Sean did not seem deterred. His head went immediately to the top edge of the bra, nuzzling between her cleavage, what little was reachable under her expansive bra. Fiona gasped, arching her back towards him, her hands clenching in his hair. Nobody’s ever handled her like this, so rough, so masculine, yet despite his passionate taking of her, he was gentle enough not to hurt her, firm enough to excite her. Could it get any better than this?

She soon realized it could, as he leaned back in his seat, pulling her willing body with him. Two expert tugs and her sleeves ripped down the middle, splitting so easily it seemed like a zipper had been there. Sean stroked her back, hid hands sliding between her shoulder blades towards the clasp of her bra. Fiona moaned and felt her head dip backwards, pushing her breasts towards his face as he fumbled with the clasps of her bra. Finally he had them done, and without delay he tore off the swath of black fabric that had constricted her chest. Her breasts emerged, plump and ready, pale in contrast with Sean’s tanned hand that he laid upon one as he took the other almost completely into his mouth. Fiona’s eyelids flickered shut and she buried her hands in his curly hair. She could feel his tongue flicking over and around her nipple, the damp warmth and delicate sensations traveling all throughout her body. She felt a fresh gush between her legs and squirmed, longing for him to fill her completely.

Sean felt the need for her pumping ever more insistently in his own body, and could tell that she agreed when he felt her hands working frantically at the clasp of her breeches, her feet kicking off her tall boots inch my inch. It was an agony of waiting, as Sean did not cease his tantalizing ministrations of her erect nipples, but Fiona finally got off her shoes and socks and, with a gasp of desperation, tugged her tight breeches off her hips. There was a brief struggle in which Sean helped her peel them off her thighs and knees, until finally they fell into a pile across the steering wheel.

Sean’s fingers immediately went between her legs, where she was practically dripping with wetness. He moaned softly against her neck, and slid his index finger inside her. Fiona let out a little scream of delight and pressed up close to him as he gradually began moving his finger in and out, a teasing parody of what she wished his dick was doing. She was whimpering with desire when Sean pulled out his finger and slowly, keeping his eyes locked on her the whole time, brought it to his lips. Fiona had never seen anything so sexy in her life. Her hand slammed on the dashboard and felt around until she located one of the condoms, which she thrust against his chest.

“Put this on. Now,” she gasped. Sean smiled and obliged, Fiona watching his every move as he carefully unrolled the condom securely around his penis. He was barely finished when Fiona leaped upon him again, her lips crushing against his insistently. Sean felt himself sinking back in the seat, his back meeting with the smooth leather and Fiona’s soft body pressing hard against his. His hands went to her hips, which she was already positioning above his, and she gently lowered herself onto his fierce erection.

Fiona let out a long moan as she eased herself onto him, which was matched by a similar noise from Sean, who could not believe how amazing this felt. Fiona began raising and lowering herself on top of him, feeling his penis slipped smoothly in and out. Her hands curled into fists on his chest, her back arching like a cats as she leaned forward and back alternately, to send the deep sensations into all the neglected corners of her being. Sean could only stare, his hands firm on her hips as she gyrated around, her breasts swinging gently with the motion, her eyes closed and languid. The visual was practically enough to get him off, and he was glad he was wearing a condom, or he wouldn’t have lasted this long.

It had been her plan for Fiona to ride him like this for awhile, simply enjoying all the feelings that came from being in control and being able to send him wherever she wanted him. But she could feel how tight his grip on her ass was, and his occasional desperate thrust when she did something especially pleasing. Not to mention he looked so adorable, gazing up at her with his hair all sprawled out on the seats. She gave in entirely. She leaned forward, her hands sliding across his chest, her lips following suite. Suddenly, Sean was in control. He couldn’t help himself, and he began guiding her hips up and down, faster and faster, his own rushing up to meet hers in a clash of passion. Fiona’s fingernails began to dig into his skin as their breathing quickened, and she began to participate in earnest, impaling herself on him with every thrust, desperate for some kind of release. It came at the peak of their coupling, right before Fiona buried him deep inside her again, she felt his fingers tighten and his breath catch; his pelvis surged up into hers once, twice, a third time, and with a deep groan of completion his body relaxed, and hers on top of him.

Sean could smell the musky scent of horses on her skin, mixed with her own sweat and the distinct smell of sex permeating the air. It was a heady fragrance, making him nearly dizzy. He wrapped his arms around her body, which was draped over his like a sleeping bag. He could feel himself still inside her, though his spent erection was fading quickly. Still he didn’t want to leave. Sean began to plant little grateful kisses on her shoulder, her neck, her cheek which lay close to his face, and finally her lips. He wanted nothing more than to lie in the heat of the car, completely relaxed and uncaring, but he wanted her to feel the same exhausted bliss. And that would take a little work.

Fiona sighed when he pulled himself out of her and removed the condom. She was about to snuggle into his chest once more, to feel the pounding of his heart beneath her hands, when he surprised her with a gentle touch of one finger upon her clitoris. She gasped with delight and began to writhe as Sean inched one arm around her waist, the fingers on that hand carefully parting the outer lips of her labia while a single finger of the other tentatively stroked the edges. He was surprisingly tender in his caresses; most men went straight for the goal, but Sean took his time, ever so gradually zeroing in on the tiny bud of pleasure tucked within her folds. By the time he found it, Fiona was breathing even harder and could not control the desperate movements of her body, which was trying to bend itself in such a way that Sean’s fingers brushed against her clitoris. They finally did, and he wasted no time. Spreading her sex wide apart, he used his finger like a vibrator, skimming lightly over the top of her clitoris with speed and delicacy. Fiona felt her orgasm building like a wave, and her hands clung to his body as if she were about to blow away. She let out a small “ah!” of delight when it came, sending her body into spasms, her legs jerking apart and her back arching up into the air. Sean didn’t change his motions at all, not until her body came crashing back down to earth in a heavy pile that undoubtedly signaled the end of her orgasm.

He rearranged himself once more, curling his body around hers. Her curves flowed so easily against him; they fit together like a pair of spoons. With a deep sigh he nuzzled his face into her neck, breathing deep the scent of her as she breathed. They lay together in silence for some time, just holding one another, until at length Fiona began to shiver – the car had been heated well after their activity, but it dissipated quickly.

“I’m getting a little cold,” she said at last, when she couldn’t bear it any longer. Sean sat up immediately, his brow creased with concern.

“Well, let’s get dressed then!” he said eagerly, handing her his shirt, as hers had been destroyed. Before she put it on, he gently laid his lips against hers, sealing them in a tender kiss.

“You know,” he said sheepishly, watching her wiggle into his oversized shirt, “That was really amazing. I…don’t usually do one-night stands, though.”

Fiona smiled slightly, rolling up the cuffs of the sleeves so she could use her hands.

“Yeah, me neither,” she admitted, flicking her eyes questioningly in his direction, “That was excellent, though.”

Sean began to fumble with his hat as she started to pull on her breeches once again.

“So, I was wondering….” he said, twirling his hat around and around in his hands, “If we could…you know…maybe see each other again?”

She was so surprised, Fiona let out a laugh. But when she saw how serious – and hopeful – he looked, she quickly stopped.

“Well, I don’t know,” she said, equally solemn now, “I go to school about an hour’s drive away from here. And,” she added warningly, “I’m a city girl! And a democrat! And liberal and outspoken as a politician! Think you could deal with that?”

Sean thought for a bit, his face slowly breaking into a grin.

“Yeah, I reckon it’d be fun to try that, don’t you?”

Fiona giggled, reassured, and leaped forward to kiss him again. Their lips clung on even after she had intended to break away, and his tongue slipped into her mouth ever-so-briefly, promising even better times to come.

“Tell you what,” she said, smiling, “I’ll give you my phone number.”