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Authors: Jada Turner
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horse.
Closing it behind her she kicked the horse and slapped her with her crop. Off they went at a gallop.
Diana could see the orphanage and the straw bales in the fields. Disappointment crossed her face when she didn’t see the stranger. She knew the chances of him being there were few but still she had hoped.
She circled her horse, pulled on the reins and at a charge cleared the gate into the next field.
Instead of going to the orphanage she rode around the outside, still in hope. It wasn’t in vain. A cart loaded with straw bales, and being pulled by a shire horse, held two men. One was driving and the other reclining on top of one of the bales. The recliner was the stranger. It looked like they had just come out of a small barn, closed on three sides but open at the front and holding the detritus of broken straw bales.
Diana came up alongside. She looked carefully at the bales and caught a glimpse of a barrel underneath.
“”Good Day,” said the stranger touching his forelock in an exaggerated display of subservient manners.
The driver, a red-faced man in his fifties, glared at her.
The stranger climbed down from the cart. “I’ll catch you up later,” he called to the driver.
They watched as the cart trundled away.
“What brings you here today?” he said.
“I was coming to visit Charlie when I saw you. I just thought I’d say hello.”
“Hello,” he said.
“Hello.” Diana found herself in a bit of a quandary. Should she get off her horse? Should she make a move? Should she wait for him to make a move? Suppose he didn’t?
She answered her question when she found herself climbing down.
“Looks like rain,” she said.
“Yes, I felt a few drops earlier.”
Diana could see that her presence was having an effect on the stranger. A bulge in his trousers grew larger. It gave her a tingle inside.
“Where are you taking that?” she said pointing to the disappearing cart.
He shrugged and pointed to her nose. She laughed.
Diana took a couple of steps towards the small barn as a few drops of rain fell on the dry ground.
“I fear the rain is almost upon us,” she said.
“Indeed,” said the stranger.
Diana strolled, as nonchalantly as her beating heart would allow, into the barn.
He followed, much to her relief.
Once inside, he looked into her eyes and she knew she was lost again.
He eased her up against the back wall and undid her jacket. Then he undid the buttons on her shirt before slipping his hand inside and felt first one nipple and then the other.
She reached down to his belt and unfastened the buckle, her hands trembling with excitement. The buttons she had ripped off on their last encounter had not been replaced, his manhood fell out into her hand. She squeezed and felt him tense.
The stranger’s hand ran down the side of her riding skirt and up her boot, over the silk stockings and to the bottom of her pantaloons that came to just above her knee.
His continued its quest until his hand arrived between her legs. He gave a little chuckle when he found the gap in the crotch of her pantaloons.
With her back against the wall, she felt him push in his erection. She needed no more foreplay than this to be ready. He was several inches taller than she so every time he thrusted up, slowly and with much force, she lifted off her feet impaled on his hard penis. Diana had never experienced anything like it.
Her hands went inside his shirt and clawed at his back with unbridled passion. Harder and harder he drove; she thought she would die from the sheer pleasure.
All inhibitions abandoned, she signalled him to stop by putting her hands on his shoulders and shaking her head. He looked at her puzzled and stopped.
Roughly, she extricated herself, took him by the shoulders and shoved him down on his back on the straw. Then she stood over him, lifted her skirt high, and straddled him. She came to him with such force that, as he entered the waiting wetness, he gripped her buttocks tight
Closing it behind her she kicked the horse and slapped her with her crop. Off they went at a gallop.
Diana could see the orphanage and the straw bales in the fields. Disappointment crossed her face when she didn’t see the stranger. She knew the chances of him being there were few but still she had hoped.
She circled her horse, pulled on the reins and at a charge cleared the gate into the next field.
Instead of going to the orphanage she rode around the outside, still in hope. It wasn’t in vain. A cart loaded with straw bales, and being pulled by a shire horse, held two men. One was driving and the other reclining on top of one of the bales. The recliner was the stranger. It looked like they had just come out of a small barn, closed on three sides but open at the front and holding the detritus of broken straw bales.
Diana came up alongside. She looked carefully at the bales and caught a glimpse of a barrel underneath.
“”Good Day,” said the stranger touching his forelock in an exaggerated display of subservient manners.
The driver, a red-faced man in his fifties, glared at her.
The stranger climbed down from the cart. “I’ll catch you up later,” he called to the driver.
They watched as the cart trundled away.
“What brings you here today?” he said.
“I was coming to visit Charlie when I saw you. I just thought I’d say hello.”
“Hello,” he said.
“Hello.” Diana found herself in a bit of a quandary. Should she get off her horse? Should she make a move? Should she wait for him to make a move? Suppose he didn’t?
She answered her question when she found herself climbing down.
“Looks like rain,” she said.
“Yes, I felt a few drops earlier.”
Diana could see that her presence was having an effect on the stranger. A bulge in his trousers grew larger. It gave her a tingle inside.
“Where are you taking that?” she said pointing to the disappearing cart.
He shrugged and pointed to her nose. She laughed.
Diana took a couple of steps towards the small barn as a few drops of rain fell on the dry ground.
“I fear the rain is almost upon us,” she said.
“Indeed,” said the stranger.
Diana strolled, as nonchalantly as her beating heart would allow, into the barn.
He followed, much to her relief.
Once inside, he looked into her eyes and she knew she was lost again.
He eased her up against the back wall and undid her jacket. Then he undid the buttons on her shirt before slipping his hand inside and felt first one nipple and then the other.
She reached down to his belt and unfastened the buckle, her hands trembling with excitement. The buttons she had ripped off on their last encounter had not been replaced, his manhood fell out into her hand. She squeezed and felt him tense.
The stranger’s hand ran down the side of her riding skirt and up her boot, over the silk stockings and to the bottom of her pantaloons that came to just above her knee.
His continued its quest until his hand arrived between her legs. He gave a little chuckle when he found the gap in the crotch of her pantaloons.
With her back against the wall, she felt him push in his erection. She needed no more foreplay than this to be ready. He was several inches taller than she so every time he thrusted up, slowly and with much force, she lifted off her feet impaled on his hard penis. Diana had never experienced anything like it.
Her hands went inside his shirt and clawed at his back with unbridled passion. Harder and harder he drove; she thought she would die from the sheer pleasure.
All inhibitions abandoned, she signalled him to stop by putting her hands on his shoulders and shaking her head. He looked at her puzzled and stopped.
Roughly, she extricated herself, took him by the shoulders and shoved him down on his back on the straw. Then she stood over him, lifted her skirt high, and straddled him. She came to him with such force that, as he entered the waiting wetness, he gripped her buttocks tight
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