My planned date night with myself turned out much differently than I had planned...
I'll confess that after my story was posted (May 18, 2013, My Corduroy Cut-offs) I really enjoyed re-reading about my day and reliving the pleasures. Reading the comments from guys also turned me on some more so that turned out to be a really horny week for me.
Seeking some additional relief I decided to go horseback riding that Saturday morning and saw a long time stable friend, Kathy. She's been riding longer than I have but is about the same age. She's taller with really long statuesque legs. She looks very much at home and comfortable in the saddle. Anyway, she was getting ready to go for a ride when I arrived in the barn and said she would wait so that we could enjoy each other's company.
As she climbed on her horse, I noticed that she was wearing the exact same color of grey cords that I wrote about on the guy at my office. I have to say that after studying the corduroy crotch on my colleague at the office, just the sight of her wearing the same jeans got me thinking. And I'd be lying if I didn't admit that they looked really sexy on her long legs and firm ass, complemented by her black riding boots.
As we left the barn and got on the trail, Kathy seemed more interested in conversation than on working out her horse. We rode about an hour and took a pee break before turning around. My sense of smell is really good, and even with the two animals, I could smell something else besides her pee....she was wet, and not just perspiration.
After we got back on the trail to the barn she took the conversation to sex, boyfriends, turn-ins, fetishes, etc. I was getting hot when she said she wanted to tell me a story that she read that really turned her on. She started by telling me she had a thing for corduroy jeans (and that will be another great story to tell later because after hearing her corduroy story I got really excited too) and also that she likes masturbating a lot. In fact, she said she cannot masturbate often enough.
So when she read about this woman who cut off her red cords to make shorts and how she was so turned on she had to do herself, she read the story over and over as she rubbed her own cords until she soaked them with her juices. Then she stopped her horse and looked at me and said "it was you, wasn't it? That story?" Of course I was blushing and couldn't deny it.
She said the red cords tipped her off, because she always noticed when I wore them to go riding and she also noticed how the knees kept getting more and more worn out. Then she looked at me and told me how she imagined that I wore out the knees in my cords from kneeling in the barn to eat her.
Without a word, she turned around and leaned forward into her saddle and sped up to an easy trot. I spurred my mount to keep pace. As she bounced up and down in her saddle she would grind her pussy against the leather and then her gloved hand reached down to her damp corduroy crotch and obviously added to her pleasure.
After about a dozen grinding strokes into her saddle she started to buck like she was on a bronco and finally let out a deep satisfied sigh. Wow was I hot and in need of relief. Back at the barn, when she asked if she could go to the movies with me I of course said yes.
Sorry this has gotten long....I need to go and take care of some business. (Wink wink.). I'll write about the movies later.