You never know who you meet in life and while discussing my works one evening I was told of a story like this from a professional dressage competitor and the idea to put it down into a story intrigued me. At the time I was frustrated with trying to paint what was on my mind and I had started to turn to the written word as my medium and found I could create much more beautiful ideas and images with the pen than I ever could with the brush. While the story was told to me in only a few words my imagination really bloomed to put it in more serene and majestic settings and circumstances . I wanted to express this story as beautifully as it was in my mind . I thought as a man it was too difficult a challenge to create a narrative in the voice of a woman and I was afraid of falling into too many cliché type descriptions and it would detract from any beauty in the piece. I have never posted this one, i thought it was different and would not be as accepted but you can be the judge. You will find this a bit of a departure from my usual romantic work but I hope you find it a nice break to fill part of your day with erotic and resplendent imagery. enjoy!
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The Amorisitcpillow
A Ride in the Rain
She was up before the sun and out to the stable just as the sun was beginning to spread its glow across to the western horizon. Hearing her footsteps long before she opened the gate the magnificent Andalusian turned to face the door awaiting her entrance like she does every morning but today she had a particular eagerness about him and he rocked back and forth in his stall to help ease the anticipation. Somehow he knew today was not a regular workday which of course it wasn’t being it was Saturday. That meant fewer chores today and there was a good chance for an extended ride rather then being exiled to the pen close to the barn. When his owner entered the stall he recognized the pack and gear she always brought when they went for longer trips and he snorted his excitement. Being with her the longest she knew the stallions moods and idiosyncrasies and today was no exception. It was obvious he was eager to get out for a good long walk and run with wild abandon which was a favorite pastime of his. Often times the two would spend a day doing one of their two favorite pastimes. It was either long hours of practice in the art of Dressage where the two would stay close to home and work on their routines and steps for competitions or they would be out exploring the range behind the farm and countless hours alone prancing through the meadows of the high country. Lately there has been a lot of work on the farm and the past few weekends his rider was too busy to get in a pleasure hike let alone any practice. The great beast felt neglected while his master toiled on mundane tasks as he spent his days in the smallish pen outside. It may have given him some room to stretch and run a little but nothing new to explore or to stimulate his curious personality.
Realizing this pattern of neglect his owner worked diligently to get ahead in her work on the ranch and clear the weekend slate so they both could get out and unwind and lose those frustrations they both shared from being cooped up. While she checked him over in her pre ride ritual making sure he was ready for a day of riding he fidgeted more than usual as if trying to say I’m ready, everything’s fine lets get moving and stop wasting time. A quick brushing and a thorough inspection of body shoes and their gear took a few long minutes and every minute was torture for him. When he was finally saddled up and packed with provisions to spend a day or so on the trail he was out of the stall once he saw her move to open the gate. There was no need to guide him as to which way out of the barn for he knew the way towards the trails and instinctively he knew today that was to be their destination. His step was eager and quick but he reigned himself in so as not to walk too fast for his rider. She could see the eagerness in his step and every so often he would look back and look her in the eye as if saying to hurry up. Outside the barn the morning air was cool and fresh and it invigorated them both and he pranced with anticipation while she closed the gate. Nimbly she climbed aboard the powerful stallion stepping into the stirrup and gracefully lifting herself atop him and settling into her familiar place in the saddle. He shook his head as if saying "about time!" She had only to softly squeeze her knees telegraphing her forward command and as simple as that they were on the move.
In few minutes they were past the property line and out onto the well worn path that headed on up to the high country where they both loved to explore their favorite trails. The sun was up and climbing fast warming them both as they added distance between them and home with every second that passed. There was no particular destination in mind today just a long loop around some beautiful country. Perhaps lunch in some secluded meadow and a chance to rest and bathe in the warming mountain sunlight. The destination was never as important as much as was the time spent being free amidst the mountains. Both horse and rider felt a spiritual connection with the high country and were often humbled being in the presence of its magnificent grandeur. Whenever they returned they would be tired yet relaxed and contented, ready to resume living in the real world once again. No Spa resort or chemical cocktail could ever achieve such results as does the aromatherapy of the wilderness. One of the first things they would do once whenever they were started out and after they warmed up their muscles was to take a few sprints on some of the lower and straighter paths to burn off some of the built up energies inside them both.
Once they had stretched their legs a little she gave him free reign to run as he pleased and pleased he was. On the first long path they came upon she could feel him beneath her coil up like a spring and like his wild ancestors whose genetic remnants still coursed through his vein’s, he wanted and needed to bolt ahead unrestrained. Always awaiting her permission to accelerate he could sense her readiness too as she changed her balance and leaned forward to prepare for the onset of speed. Feeling her set was all the direction he needed and so without words he knew he was free to run and that coiled spring of energy was released. Explosive and fast at first he took off at a run and he was like a thoroughbred breaking from the gate and it exhilarated them both. He was finally free to run like he was born to do and she felt like she was not just a rider but an extension of him and an intricate part of the ride. Balanced in the stirrups she matched the big leviathan’s rhythm and enjoyed the rush of the speed, the wind in her hair and the freedom of being out in the beautiful backcountry. He ran like his wild cousins do out on the range and it soothed something primitive inside them both.
Running out of straight path both leaned into first gradual turn and he slowed slightly to a more sustainable pace. Beautiful scenery flew by them and even as they slow they still quickly chewed up more and more distance. With that initial burst of speed behind them they sprinted a few more straight paths but eventually settled back in to their more normal exploring pace. Eventually they turned off the main trail and followed secondary paths up to higher and higher elevations. They took some new routes and some familiar ones but which ever way they explored they were slowly winding their way up to a favorite meadow. There they would find cool running water with wild sweet grasses and a place to relax and enjoy some of nature’s most wondrous theater. Just before midday they picked a corner of that beautiful secluded meadow and in the shadows of a small tree line they stopped to rest and break for some lunch. There was still an excitement in his posture but this time because he could smell the carrots she stashed in her pack. Despite the fact that she took off his saddle to let him wander free he refused to move until he got some of those delicious orange treats.
Later he ate the sweet oats she brought too and then he wandered around the pasture looking for his favorite grasses to nibble on while she rolled out a soft blanket and ate the provisions she brought for herself. Sometimes he would return but once he knew she was out of carrots he had no further interest in hanging around here and continued to search around the meadow or headed to the stream for some fresh water. Lounging on the ground she felt the intensity of the brilliant sun and she could feel the heat right through her clothes as she relaxed on the ground. Since they were in the middle of nowhere and it was deserted she peeled off everything she was wearing and stretched out her already bronzed tinted body on the blanket. After weeks of toiling and a few hours of hard riding it was time to digest the mid day repast and to soak up some of the sun before they would have to start heading home. She watched as he sauntered around the meadow and stopped to drink and admired the beauty and grace he possessed. She knew he would never roam far and even if she fell asleep she knew he would patrol the meadow like a sentry being the loving protector that he was.
Not quite asleep and yet not quite awake she let the light of the sun caress and warm her body from head to toe. She drifted into a light dreamy state and with the tensions of the world all but gone and fantasies and desires became the fodder of dreams. She dreamt of sitting beside her lover here in the meadow with his handsome features strong body and loving attention for her heating her body from within stronger than the suns rays ever could. Her ethereal lover entwined his body with hers fulfilling her body and soul with the over whelming feeling of euphoria which only comes from a magical union between two and enhanced out here beneath the big sky. It was so real she could almost smell his sweat, taste his saltiness and feel his gentle strength as they consummated their love amidst the vivid specter of nature. Time stood still while they waltzed on the ground and before the dance was over it was as if his whispers of I love you faded into the sound of the soft breeze coming through the trees.
Slowly she woke fully from that dreamy state and her body felt refreshed and energized but yet she couldn’t so easily shake that emotional fogy-ness created by her spectral lover. The lovemaking seemed so real and delicious but having woke too soon she was slightly frustrated and still in a heightened state of arousal. Still reminiscing the fading echoes of her lovers sounds of pleasure and thrilling touch she was brought from that trance by the muffled snorts of her horse close by as he diligently kept guard over his sleeping master. During that short dreamy nap the sky had changed from the luxuriously bright sun to a decidedly darker grey as a storm seemed to be moving in quickly as it so often does in the high country. The heat of the sun was still fresh on the ground yet the covering grey and cooler wind was helping to cool off both rider and steed. Picking up a small brush from her pack she began to rub down his coat half to reward him for his loyalty and half to let the effects of her dreams dissipate as by focusing on a more mundane task before attempting something more challenging like riding back through the rain.
Try as she might those wonderful feeling from her dream would not fade and there was an intangible tension ever increasing inside her and like the sky above it was gathering energy that would eventually have to be unleashed. Feeling the first few drops escaping from the heavens she look out towards the valley and could still see bright sun light off to the south and east. Quickly covering her clothes and supplies from the coming rain she decided to enjoy the storm since they couldn’t out run it even if they wanted to. Jumping straight up she vaulted herself up on his back and threw a leg over his body pulling herself atop so she could ride him bareback atop his saddle blanket. She took him over towards a crest of the meadow and they watched the summer storm as it moved in and over the mountains rapidly as storms usually do at this elevation. The view was inspiring and breathtaking with its scintillating sun light over the valley below and the tumbling dark yet colorful clouds streaking by over head. On one side of the sky was sun driven rain creating waves of rainbows and misty visions off in the distance.
Over head the sky had changed from beautiful blue to massive growing grey and white clouds until almost all she could see was blocked out by a churning mix of grey purple and dark green storm clouds. The oppressive heat of the day was being quickly quenched by the wind and cool rain and she smiled to herself for this is why they came here. To take part in the unmatched magnificence of nature and enjoy the solitude and the companionship of an adventure with her longtime mount. With the rain getting thicker and thicker she swung him around to see the view behind them and like always he responded to the slightest of her nuances which now were more easily transmitted without the saddle. She was sure he was enjoying the spectacle in his own way too and as they turned she could feel playfulness in his step. Perhaps it’s some primitive playful instinct inside of all living things because they both wanted to run and dance in the rain.
Like an athlete warming up the mammoth horse cantered and pranced for a bit deciding what to do next until she gave him the signals to move. Many times before the two had practiced and competed in the art of Dressage. They spent many hours on the ranch where horse and rider would dance across the paddock and making swift articulate and controlled dance steps and moves. They were graceful together beautiful to watch and it was hard to tell who liked to perform the most. This was no manicured lawn like where they practiced their art but out here in the open range that didn’t matter t they knew the drills by heart and each other as well from their years of practice. For him it probably was nothing more than a chance to romp in the rain and play with his dance partner. Perhaps another chance to play wild and free like his ancestors might have but for her it turned into something intensely special. Between the dancing with her horse, the scenery, riding bareback and naked in the rain all on top of the emotional remnants left over from her vivid daydream she was slipping back into that euphoric state. Horse and woman worked together turning tight circles and lines with quick moves and steps as they both were tickled by thousands of rainy fingers.
The beautiful white Andalusian was dancing and lurching beneath while her body was rocked from rippling shock waves as his feet pounded the turf. He body was compressed into his massive back with the forces of each step and change in direction or acceleration. On any other day it would have be pure pleasure enough alone to act like an elated child dancing in the rain but today the whole process was having and entirely different and magical effect on her and she let the euphoria take over her being. The lack of clothing or saddle allowed a curious contact through the soft saddle pad between the powerful muscles of the horses back and her most sensitive and erogenous of places. When the two made certain moves or turns her most delicate anatomy was pleasantly massaged and ground into the curves of his massive back. Her legs felt every powerful muscle work beneath her as the mighty horse played and danced. Leaning forward she could whisper directions into his ear while laying her body on his muscular neck and shoulders. the curve where his neck met his back was perfect for her to grind against and to transfer the thumping vibrations and rocking motions of his body to hers exactly where she wanted it most. With the rain tickling her skin entire and the sensations of her thundering partner below it wasn’t long before the waves of pleasure burst forth from her epicenter again and again as each of his rocking steps seemed to shake them loose from deep inside her.
It seemed to last for ever and yet when it was over it felt like it was not nearly long enough. She wasn’t aware of the passage of time or the intensity of the storm over head or how they wound up so far from her covered pack which was now way over on the other end of the meadow. What she was acutely aware of was the tickling feeling of the rain on her body, the strength of her companion beneath and the echoes of the internal thunder within. It was more a memory of the physical than one of any great mental detail and it was a memory that would last forever. All she really could recall of the whole experience was how intense and amazing it was and how she could still feel the fading echo’s of her orgasmic ride throughout her body. Fading too was that fleeting euphoric state as it was grudgingly giving way to mental clarity. Much the same way the sun brightened the landscape as it started to return from behind the clouds.
Like the smart stallion he was the horse had turned on his own and returned them to where they started perhaps she guided him back or possibly on his own she wasn’t exactly sure. She was glad he didn’t seem to show any fear or confusion about what just transpired even though he probably didn’t recognize the sounds she had made or comprehended the trembling and spasms of her body. The rain was already passing and the sun was rapidly taking over the sky again as it’s so often inclined to do in the higher plateaus. How long the summer storm has lasted she wasn’t sure but where she hopped down she felt grounded in more ways than one. While he nuzzled her and supported her as she dressed on unstable legs she tried to focus on getting ready to head back. They both had needed this small adventure and the release of pent up energy that had been building inside them for too long. Now the scent of wet horse and damp meadow would forever bring to mind fond memories of their special time together one stormy afternoon in their favorite meadow alone in the high country.
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