by Ada Winter
She must have noticed me watching her because her eyes lift up. For some reason, I duck behind the corner of the barn to wait until I know her attention has turned back to the horse. I want to watch her for a little longer in her natural element. I peek around the corner to see what I might glimpse next, but Celia is gone. Then I feel a small tap on my shoulder from behind and instantly know where she is. She looks at me with arms crossed in a disappointed, but playful way. Before she can speak, I say, “Oh, hello, little lady. I’m a tourist and I would like a personal riding lesson.”
“I’m sorry, sir. I don’t give personal lessons, particularly not to creeps who have been eyeballing me for the last five minutes.” She plays it off well, without smiling.
“All creepiness aside, you are hot as hell and I couldn’t resist.”
“Well, you are kind of cute for a creep, so I forgive you.”
She is so irresistible right now that I envision myself peeling her clothes off and lifting her bare ass up against the barn while I fuck her good and hard.
“Sir, if I’m not mistaken, you just had impure thoughts running through your one-dimensional brain. Biting your own lip tipped me off.” She shoots me a coy smile.
“Pardon me, ma’am. I’ll have to be more subtle in the future about my fantasies of ripping your clothes off and fucking you right here and now.”
Her breathing is changing. She is seriously turned on and I am having fun with this.
“I can’t afford to pay for the personal lesson, but I can promise that I’ll give you a personal lesson of my own when we get to the beach portion of our ride.”
She gestures me forward with her finger and I follow her to the stables, watching her ass sashay back and forth the whole way. Without speaking, she motions me over to the black horse named Lane who is standing in a stall behind a half-door.
“Are you kidding me? You want me to ride a horse named Lane?”
“We could put you on Lucky, but that wouldn’t end well.”
She leads the horse out for me and hold the harness while I mount up. Celia mounts a horse named Belle, and as she leads our way out of the stable and onto a dirt road, I eagerly follow.
She is much better on a horse than me, but I can hold my own. Our family didn’t own horses, but my childhood friend Luke did. Sometimes we would go riding in the summertime behind his house and could usually get the horses up to running speed, even as kids.
The air is warm, and I quickly build up a sweat trying to keep up with her. Her hair, flowing out from under her hat makes me think of Annie Oakley. I am mesmerized by it bouncing up and down off her shoulders.
Slowing, we make our way off the road to the left and down a narrow trail with only room for one horse. We head downhill and emerge through an opening in the thick trees, and there in front of me I can see the deep blue of the bay. The sounds of nature fill my ears and I think of the book I spied on Celia’s shelf.
Finally, the terrain levels out and the path becomes rocky for a while as the horses step along gingerly, then it switches to sand as everything opens up onto an expansive white sand beach. The smell of the ocean fills my nostrils, as does the sound of the small waves breaking against the jagged rocks to our right.
Celia dismounts near a small tree on the edge of the beach and I follow suit. She ties both horses to a low-hanging branch. I order her in a forceful tone that catches her attention, “Take your clothes off.” She eyes me for a moment. The boots come off first, then the jeans and socks. Next, she pulls her panties down her long, smooth legs just to tease me. Then reaching behind her and up the back of the shirt, she unhooks her bra and lets it fall to the ground.
Her nakedness is concealed only by a jean shirt that falls to just below her glorious pussy, while the curved-up sides trace her shapely hips. She looks gorgeous. Celia bites her lip ever so slightly, then licks her lower lip for good effect.
“You gave me a riding lesson, and now I’m going to school you.”
I am done playing around. My clothes come off as quickly as I can manage without looking like a 16-year-old schoolboy about to get laid for the first time.
Pulling her to me now, I let my erection speak for itself and grind it slightly against her belly button. Just a little taste of what is coming her way. Wrapping her hair in my fingers, I gently pull back on it and I can see her wince ever so slightly. She likes it. The pain that is. My left hand drops immediately to her pussy in an upward scooping motion, and I can feel her beginning to get wet.
“I want you to suck me.” My tone is strong but with enough warmth so that she doesn’t feel threatened. Celia drops to her knees and then grasps my cock, holding it upright at the base with both hands, and then she licks around the tip. She removes her lips, then begins stroking with one hand first, then with both in unison. It feels incredible.
Lowering her head down, she grabs my cock vigorously into her mouth and sucks like her life depends on it. Alternating between sucking, and removing her mouth and stroking was just what a tourist needs after a hard ride.
“I’m going to fuck you now, hard and deep.” By the look on her face, she likes the idea. I lift her up with both hands under her ass and carry her over to a smooth wall of stone in the shade that I spied while riding in. I leave her breathing heavily with her back to the wall as I step back to grab a condom from my jeans on the ground. When I’m back in front of her, I sheathe my engorged cock, doubting whether I can get it on. I usually opt for the XL size, but the convenience store only had normal size, and that just isn’t me.
“Where were we?” I say, as I lift her up under the ass once again.
“You were going to fuck me hard.” She plays along, her voice husky. I enter her all at once in one thrust, and she can’t help but scream out as my cock bangs her body into the wall. Her legs are wrapping around my ass, perched on the top of my cheeks, as I’m ramming into her over and over again. This might leave a mark, I thought, but she whispers into my ear to fuck her harder. She is into the pain stuff and I’m not about to let her down.
Celia’s hair envelops my face as I bury my cock in so deep, I know I am hitting her back wall. I can feel her pussy muscles pulling, wrapping and releasing my cock with skillful precision. She must do those kilgores… keegans… uhh, shit. Kiegel’s exercises. Get back in the moment, Lane.
Just then, I hear something. Listening intently now, I keep fucking. It’s nothing, Lane. Then I hear it again. Voices. They are coming closer. Pulling Celia off the wall now, I take her down to the sand. My thrusts never stop pistoning into her as I cup my hand over her mouth to lessen the echoes of her moaning. We’re fairly well concealed by large ferns so we don’t stop.
We both look over at the same time and see legs moving past us about 10 yards away, but we really don’t care; we’re in the heat of the moment. Her body is responding well to me by now and I know she is close. This feels so dangerous, and it is. She doesn’t want me to stop. Celia likes the element of danger, and I am seeing a whole new side to her. The intruders must have seen the horses but never bother to stop and investigate. Then I notice the binoculars and realize right away they are bird-watchers. I’m no expert on birds, but my guess is they’re mostly looking up, which is why they don’t see us.
All right, enough of this. I’m fucking the most amazing woman right now and my attention needs to be on her. I swirl my hips slightly from side to center to the other side, all the while pumping her hard and deep. Her eyes are wild with excitement as my hand cups her mouth even harder to muffle her screams of pleasure. She convulses under me, but despite my best efforts, Celia lets out a high-pitched scream that sounds oddly enough like a bird.
I hear one of them say, “Did you hear that? It may have been a warbler.”
Laughter quickly builds up inside me. I do everything I can to keep it together, but am losing the battle. It reminded of a time when I was in church in my early twenties.
A woman friend I was with had per
ched her purse on these connected seats between us. My elbow hit it and the contents of her purse spilled out on the floor. We’re talking change, chapstick, tampons, condoms, you name it. The whole kit and kaboodle. As if that wasn’t bad enough, her friend on the other side said, “Oh shit!” We started cracking up as we picked the contents up off the floor, as the priest conducting the mass eyed us suspiciously. Having a hard time containing our laughter, we all turned a bright red as we desperately tried to cover our mouths to prevent making a sound. It didn’t help that we were sitting in the second row from the front.
Celia is starting to lose it, too, and her hand quickly goes to my mouth. Here we are, me laying on top of her naked on a beach in broad daylight. She had just orgasmed and I was close to coming, and bird watchers are standing just feet away from us thinking Celia’s moan was made by a bird. Finally, the birdwatchers make their way down the beach and we start whispering to each other and laughing like school kids.
Time to finish me off. I thrust soft and deep making sure she can feel every inch of me. As I am about to cum, she let a finger trail down to the small piece of skin between my nut sack and my hole. She rubs lightly on the fleshy part and I go fucking crazy. It’s not one, but two, varying sensations, and in combination, it feels great. I let my load fly, noting my supply seems a little low, probably thanks to our many recent encounters. Thankfully it doesn’t change the intensity of the orgasm.
Celia works her way up into my arms and lays her head on my chest, which is just slowing its beat after more mind-blowing sex.
My thoughts go to Celia. She is amazing in every way and surprises me with her versatility and ability to be ‘all in’ when we’re together. A lot of women would have freaked when those people came walking by us, but not my Celia. She is 100 percent with me in the moment and I love her for it.
Even though Maine water is freezing any time of the year, we run for it and dive in briefly to wash away the sex and sweat from our bodies. We air dry in the sun and regretfully put our clothes back on. I never get tired of seeing all of Celia.
“I need to get back, Lane. The real tourists will be around soon, and if no one is there, I’ll be out of a job.”
“Not until I kiss you one more time.” Our lips connect and I can feel the electricity jolting back and forth between us. It’s magical and I want to savor it for just another moment. I pull away, not because I want to, but because we need to be on our way.
“Thanks for the lesson, cowboy.” She steps up on her tiptoes and kisses my cheek.
“Any time. I mean that.” I put my arm around her shoulder and we make our way back to the horses. They seem content despite our long tryst on the beach. Twenty minutes later, we are back at the stables.
“I’ll have dinner waiting for you when you get back. Did you say 6:00?” She nods and then says, “Of course, you can’t have dinner without dessert.” Celia smiles and I catch her meaning.
Chapter 30
CELIA
The next few days are pure bliss. Lane is the perfect gentleman. He had sex on the brain 24/7 but it’s all part of who he is. I’m not complaining at all. When it comes time to say goodbye, I don’t want him to go. His place is here with me. We are meant to be together.
“I don’t want you to go, Lane.” He comes over to me from the doorway and tenderly brushes the hair out of my face.
“I’ll be back soon, angel. Things are piling up back in Portland that I need to take care of.” There’s a look of slight sadness in his eyes, and I know he feels the same way I am feeling. Happy and sad.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be back. I have a race at Loudon, New Hampshire, in two weeks. Do you want to come?” My heart drops to the floor, but I try to hide it. I nod. “Of course, Lane.”
I kiss him for a long time. He hops on his bike and before he puts on his helmet, he gives me a long look and a smile. On goes his helmet and off he went. I watch him until he passes out of sight over the ridge, leaving a trail of dust in his wake.
I make my way back inside to the couch in disbelief at his words. I try to close my eyes to make the pain in my head go away, but it is no use. Some Pinot Grigio should do the trick. I go into the kitchen to grab a glass, but then decide to drink liberally from the bottle.
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Celia - 15 years ago
"Hey sis, what you up to?” My big brother Sid has just entered the living room and flops himself on the couch next to me. I stop flipping through my Teen Idol magazine to give him my full attention.
“Nothing…just…ya’ know.” He picks up the magazine and smiles as he looks at the cover. “Yeah…Haley Joel Osment means nothing to you, huh?”
Smiling. “Stop!”
He is still laughing, “I see dead people.” Now we are both cracking up.
“You know, kiddo, if you keep drooling over the likes of him, no one is going to want to date you.” Laughing. “Did you see the cute girl? Yeah, but she drools a lot.”
I study the grease on his hands. He is always working on that Camaro. It is a 1980, charcoal gray, 350 v-8 and he has modified it too make it ‘super fast,’ as he puts it. Sid could never get his hands clean and it would skeeve me out when we were eating out of the same bowl of blueberries or something. He sure loved it, though.
“You know, I talked with Jackie about interning at the horse farm this summer. Are you still interested?”
“Of course I am, Sid. Does she know I have no experience?”
He looks at me assuredly. “What matters is that you love horses. That’s it. She’ll show you the ropes.”
Sid was right.
He gets up to turn on some music. Hard rock-and-roll blasted from the speakers. I had always loved woman rockers and this was quite possibly the best women rocker song of all time. He plays air guitar like a giant dork as I lip-synch the words I know so well.
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Lyrics going through my head now…burn, burn, burn….
I awake with a start and a skull-splitting headache.
Oh no. It’s starting again.
Chapter 31
LANE
Riding back down the east coast highway with miles to go yet before I reach my destination, my thoughts are squarely on Celia. The sun is warm on my leather and I consider taking off my jacket. Not a good idea to hit the pavement at 60 miles per hour with no leather on, though.
Why am I thinking this way? I can’t say the thought ever crossed my mind before. I’m bad ass on anything with a motor and wheels. The best.
Celia had something on her mind when I left. Did I do something wrong? No, I was a gentleman the whole time. Maybe she just misses me. Women have had a hard time in the past when I’ve left. That’s not it. We’re solid as far as I know. Anytime you talk about the future that tends to bring people closer together, and we had both openly talked about it. Shit. In the past that was my cue to get out. “So do you like kids?” And, “I want a big, expensive wedding with 300 people.” Hey honey, I need to go.
Things are different with Celia, though. I see myself with her long-term. I’ve thought about houses and even babies. Who am I? I’ve always liked kids, but other people’s kids. I never really considered having kids of my own. Little Lanes and Lanettes appeal to me now. Of course, they would be half Celia. Maybe it would be better if they were 75 percent Celia and 25 percent me. She was a better person than me straight up.
I wonder if my dad ever thought about my mom this way. Was he ever a good dad? We have good examples and bad in our lives. I need to learn from that.
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Lane - 17 years ago
“Lane. Come down here now!”
What now? I put down my comic book on my bed, and run down the stairs taking two at a time. I can’t keep dad waiting. Out of breath. “What is it, Father?” Standing at attention now with my hands at my sides. It’s a requirement of my father’s when speaking to him when he’s angry, which is pretty often.
“I got a note from s
chool saying you cut class last week. What’s the meaning of this?” His face is red with fury. My father is all about education and where it could get me in life.
Shifting uncomfortably now from leg to leg. “It was a misunderstanding dad...I mean Father. I wasn’t feeling well and Mrs. Danko said I could go to the nurse. She never let my next teacher know and when they checked the attendance records, they knew I should be there so marked me as cutting.”
“Don’t you lie to me!” He was looking over the top of his glasses now and down at me, and this was a bad sign.
“I’m not lying, Father. It’s the truth. Mrs. Danko already apologized to me when she realized the letter was already in the mail.”
“You’re lying. You’ve always shirked your studies, Lane, and this is just another example of that. Go to your room until I decide your punishment.”
I sulk away knowing there is nothing I can say to make him believe me. This is unfair. Why did he never believe me?
Laying on my bed now, I stare up at my rotating planets mobile wishing I can be anywhere but here. Pluto might be good. It’s really far away from my dad. It would be cold, but I could bring like four winter jackets and some hats and gloves.
I hear the footsteps on the stairs and I know what’s next. My father tends to stomp up the stairs when we had a disagreement to strike fear into me. He is that kind of guy.
The hair on the back of my neck stood up as I brace myself for punishment. Up on my elbows now, I stare at the little sliver of light coming from under the door. His feet are interrupting the light pattern and I can hear him breathing heavily. Like a monster.
Slowly, the door opens and in his left hand is a leather belt. The leather belt. The one he uses to beat me with. Here it comes.
