She felt his lips curve against her neck which made her moan again.
“Ssh, you’ll disturb Travis and Diamond. Have you seen enough?”
“Yes,” she said in a whimper.
He took her hand and waved towards Travis then Pippa, who seemed to be totally possessed by Diamond and his capable handler. Jim led Tasha away towards the stable block, taking the short cut to the house. He suddenly changed his plan when he pulled her into an empty stall.
Tasha had smiled at the image of Pippa so lost in her enjoyment of watching the horse being tamed by Travis, but was glad when Jim signalled that the show was over for them. She was beyond horny and had unconsciously been rubbing herself against Jim at the sight of the strong stallion becoming submissive to Travis’ demands, much like she did to Jim. She flushed as she walked towards the stable block and realised just how aroused she was and the fact that she had no underwear on beneath her tight riding pants made her excitement all the more apparent to her.
Now she was in an empty stall in the stable block and was optimistic for what might happen, what she hoped would happen. Jim was moving closer and closer towards her and although she was desperate to feel his touch she kept backing away until she was flat against the wall with him pressed firmly against her.
“How did you feel watching Travis taming Diamond?” Jim stared down at her darkly.
“I enjoyed it,” she replied coyly.
“Explain.”
“It was interesting,” she said now.
“Do you ever want to come?” he asked seriously as he moved away from her.
“Of course,” she replied, almost shyly as she wondered how the hell he did this to her.
“Then tell me the truth, explain how you enjoyed it, but take the pants off first.”
She stared at him disbelievingly and considered arguing against his request, but realised it would be pointless as it wasn’t really a request. Besides, she wanted to comply with his wishes, she wanted whatever he had in mind.
She kicked her boots onto the floor nearby and slipped off her socks. For a second she stood flexing her toes in the soft, clean sawdust on the floor. Slowly she slid her pants down over her hips and thighs revealing her lack of underwear to a smiling Jim.
The waist of her pants got as far as her knees before he raised a hand. “Stop. Spread your legs wider, Tasha.” She was unsure why he wanted her to stop, but she did.
He eyed her for a few seconds, but for Tasha it felt like an eternity until he stepped towards her again and stood over her. His eyes dropped to the skin tight pants that were now digging into her knees almost painfully.
“Oh dear, you appear to have made quite a mess, baby.” The darkness of his eyes resonated in his voice as he reached down into the crotch of her clothing and allowed his fingers to moisten under the sticky, clear liquid of her arousal that was seeping from her.
She flushed furiously, but as her mouth opened for her to speak he filled it with his fingers, quietening her as she instinctively sucked them hard.
“Wait here.” He pulled his fingers free of her mouth then left her alone.
She was glad of the fact that he had chosen a stall at the top end of the stable block so Travis or Pippa were unlikely to discover them, more precisely discover her; knickerless, wet and with her trousers wedged round her knees, possibly cutting off the circulation. Suddenly, she jumped as she heard Jim speak and then laugh before returning with reins that he hung on the back of the door he’d now closed and bolted. There was something else, but he put it out of her view.
“I thought you may like a little privacy.”
He grabbed the reins off the back of the door and stood in front of her, so close she could feel his breath on her, he was close enough for her to touch him, but she knew that wasn’t part of his plan yet.
She gasped loudly as he pulled her arms above her head and looped the leather strap around her wrists, tethering them together to hook them to the metal hook on the wall.
“James, please move my trousers I think they’re cutting off the circulation to my legs,” she told him.
He stared at her and half-smiled before he knelt down and removed her trousers completely. Remaining on his knees he threw her trousers behind him. He rubbed the skin where the trousers had dug in back to life but stared at her at his eye level which was her pubic region that she knew was a little more unkempt than she liked it to be. She suddenly wondered whether she should go the whole hog and get a Hollywood wax rather than her usual Brazilian. She realised he was now breathing against her thigh, then as a gentle, warm and wet sensation brushed across her inner thighs she spread her legs further inviting his tongue to come closer, to deliver a deeper touch. This was beyond erotic and she was desperate to feel him and more desperate to come.
With no further communication, verbal or otherwise she was overwhelmed with the sensations he was causing; gentle flicks of his tongue had her thrusting forward at him, but as he put one arm across her hips and pushed her back against the wall he made it clear that her movement was unnecessary and unwanted. With his free hand he pushed her legs farther apart and began to lap against her more firmly until his tongue plunged into her making her swallow hard as she struggled to stop her legs from buckling. As they began to give way she found herself literally dangling in mid-air courtesy of being tied to the hook.
“Fuck,” she squealed before realising as she was suspended she couldn’t fall.
Jim stood up and pressed her flat against the wall again and allowed her to wrap her legs around his waist.
“No fuck, not yet, baby.” He lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her firmly, possessing her mouth, heart and soul in that single deep kiss.
