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Rachael

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: my_loving_hand Posted on: 31 Mar 2004 1 comments
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This is my first story on the site. I wrote this some time ago, but have never had a place to post it- until now. Written as fiction, it does nevertheless reflect certain events and people...you'll have to decide which is which! I don't know what you'll make of it, but should it promote certain stiffness in some areas, or dampness in others I'd be only too pleased to hear from you :-). Enjoy....- Martin.RACHAELOverall, I quite enjoyed working at the stables. The pay wasn't exactly wonderful, but I had the cottage thrown in free, and it was a peaceful life for myself and my spaniel, Digger. There was only one problem - the boss's daughter.Rachael was twenty, red-haired and a right little madam. Despite the fact that I took my work instructions from her father, she always seemed to have a way of interfering. It wasn't helped by the fact that she was the apple of her father's eye; and if things went wrong - as they invariably did if she was involved - I would get the blame. It didn't seem to threaten my position there, though; a situation that seemed to infuriate her. It was a shame, really. She was actually quite pretty; long wavy red hair, diminutive at five foot nothing, and delicately built with a pale skin. Looks were deceiving, though. Not only was she strong, but she was assertive - almost masculine at times in the way she would bark out orders and the way she dressed. I think I only saw her in a dress once - and that was when she went to a wedding. It was in October when it all started. One dull and windy Sunday afternoon, I decided to take Digger out for a walk through the woods. It was a usual pursuit; a chance to be on our own with the elements, without any interference. I was enjoying the walk, and as time went on I decided to cut back to the track that led to the farm, as the sky began to look threatening. I walked parallel with it through the trees for a while, and was just about to join the lane, when I heard the sound of approaching hooves. It was Rachael riding down the track on one of her father's Hunters in full riding kit - jodhpurs, boots and all. This I found unusual, simply because the one thing he never allowed her to do was to ride this particular horse. It was far too tall for her for one thing, and had cost him a great deal of money for another.I stayed in the trees, and waited for her to pass. To my initial annoyance, she slowed up, then stopped and dismounted. Tying the reins to a branch, she began to crunch her way through the bracken a little way toward me. I remained still, and signaled Digger to do the same. She obviously hadn't seen me, because before I knew it, she turned around, tucked her thumbs under the waist of her jodhpurs, and quickly yanked them down as she began to squat. I remained totally still, as I took in the unexpected view of her young naked pale buttocks and thighs. She let out a tremendous spray as she began to pee, which gradually slowed to a trickle, then stopped. Without wiping herself, she pulled up her panties first, then her jodhpurs and began making her way back. I smiled in satisfaction at having witnessed Miss Prim-and-Proper having a pee in the woods; and it would have stayed at that - if it wasn't for Digger.Before I knew it, the dog's patience ran out and he bounded through the undergrowth toward her. I had no option but to take up the chase."Hello Digger." She seemed surprised to see him - and even more to see me: "Oh..Hello Tom. I didn't realize you were around.".Her cheeks were a little flushed. Whether this was because she surmised I might have spotted her with her knickers down - or because she was riding the Hunter, I couldn't tell. Either way, she seemed more conciliatory than usual, and after a brief conversation she actually invited me up to the farmhouse for coffee. I sensed that something was up, so I agreed.Half an hour later, I was sitting in her kitchen with Digger apparently asleep under the table."The thing is....", she began awkwardly in her privately educated tone, "I don't want Daddy to know I've ridden his Hunter. He'd be very angry - and I don't want to upset him."Typical, I thought. You're only too pleased to be nice when you want something. Well, we'll see."I'll have to think about it," I replied slowly, "It's a valuable animal, you know...". I was only kidding. I wouldn't have said anything - it wasn't my business. I just wanted to see her squirm a bit."Well don't think too long!", she spat out sarcastically. "I'm going to change."With that, she stomped off upstairs. I shrugged to myself, and drained my cup. She reappeared a few minutes later dressed in her usual faded jeans and jumper."Where's your bathroom?", I inquired. The cold weather and coffee were beginning to have their effect.She indicated the general direction upstairs- somewhat huffily- and I made my way up.Having relieved myself, I began to look around at the decor etc., as you do. There was one object that my gaze fell on which drew me to it - the laundry basket. What I did next, I can't explain - I disliked this woman intensely, yet something in her stuck-up aggressive manner was, if not attractive, then challenging at least. Almost without thinking, I gently raised the lid and looked inside.Laid on the top of the pile were her jodhpurs, together with a pair of thick socks that I assumed she wore when wearing her riding boots. Of considerable more interest were a pair of her panties, the very ones I'd seen a little while ago when she'd peed -discarded by the side. Noting exactly how they were positioned, I carefully lifted them out. They were nylon, and almost slippery to the touch. White, with small delicate purple flowers printed into the fabric, they were delicate and feminine - somewhat of a surprise, considering their recent wearer. Fascinated, I turned them right-side out, and carefully examined the gusset. They were stained - not heavily, but to my increasing excitement I noticed a couple of stray hairs - short, curly and red. So it is true what they say about redheads, I thought. Noticing that my fingers were trembling slightly, I held the gusset to my nose, feeling a little guilty. The scent was pungent and obvious. It smelt of her piss; both sweet and rank at the same time - yet through it I detected a hint of feminine muskiness; the dry intimate odour of a woman's ripe and alluring cunt...Almost incidentally, I became aware of my cock straining at my zip in response to the assault on my senses. Placing her panties carefully back in the basket, I was grateful to have relieved my bladder beforehand; I certainly couldn't have done so now.Rachael was seated at the table when I returned to the kitchen, nervously drumming her fingers on the ancient pine table."What have you decided?", she enquired."I want you to come to the cottage for a drink later," I replied, casting her only a brief glance, "I'll tell you then....Oh, and by the way - do you think you could dress like a lady for once?"I left then, amused by her expression of astonishment.At nine o'clock there was a rap on the door. She had come, after all. She must have taken some notice of my parting comment, since she was dressed in her black coat, a long blue skirt and a pristine white blouse. She wore black dress shoes, and her ankles betrayed the presence of black sheer nylon. Her red hair flowed softly over her shoulders, now free of the tight hair band she usually wore. I was surprised.I took her coat, noticing the hint of perfume - another first -and ushered her into the front room, where the fire crackled and spat to itself in the grate."Drink?", I enquired, holding up a bottle of wine. She nodded. We sat down, and began to chat. Again, I was surprised at her friendliness. She made no mention of the earlier conversation; talking instead about her father, and only eventually about his strict and unshakable desire for her not to ride his prize Hunter. I was even beginning to feel sorry for her, though I reminded myself that she was a manipulative little cow, and wouldn't do anything unless it was in her interests. After her second glass of wine, she asked where the toilet was. I distracted her."Can you wait a minute, there's something we've got to talk about."She shifted a little in her seat, and looked at me questioningly." I think we ought to talk about today.", I added. She was silent."So, are you going to tell Daddy?", she asked eventually. This was it.I shook my head."No. But it does depend on you.""How?" She looked curious."I want you to do something for me. If you agree, I guarantee that I won't say a word - in fact, I'll go along with whatever story you want, if he should ever find out."She seemed relieved. "OK. What do you want."I looked her up and down. Despite myself, I found my palms were sweating, and there was a lump in my throat. There was only one way - be blunt."Firstly, I want you to take off your skirt. Then, I'll tell you the rest."She looked absolutely stunned. "W..what?", she asked incredulously, then: "You bastard. I might have guessed that this is what you were up to.", She stood up and shook her head defiantly. "No..no way! "."I don't want to ...fuck you." I stated urgently. "You're perfectly safe, I promise not to lay a finger on you...I just want to watch you do......something."She sat down again running her fingers through her mane-like hair."And if I do this...thing, you promise not to tell?""I promise. Absolutely."She nodded in defeated agreement, then stood up. "Alright.", she sighed, and began to unzip the side of her skirt. she crouched slightly as she pulled it down, then stepped out of it. Her blouse hung down over her hips, obscuring her underwear, but already I saw that she was wearing black hold-up stockings, the almost invisible weave clinging to her thighs like a second, luxuriant skin. Her legs were beautifully shapely- like a sixth-form schoolgirl's. In fact, in view of her height, that's exactly what she reminded me of. I obviously wanted to see more, though."Now your blouse, please."She shrugged sullenly, and began to undo each button until the front fell open. Under it she wore a little white lacy bra. She wasn't a big girl, but her breasts filled it amply enough. The image was overwhelmingly tempting - yet forbidden.She shrugged it off, and I took in the view of her young nubile form. I realized now that I had never seen her actual figure. She was beautiful. Her tummy was flat and soft, marked only by the indentation of her belly-button. Her waist narrow, her profile widened to her mature hips, between which stretched the delicate waistband of a pair of pink, scant panties.Below, the fabric became ever tighter, as it formed a tight tuck between her legs; concealing, yet alluring to, her most intimate part. Below this, garters of creamy-white flesh of her upper thighs were bounded by intricate lacy bands of her stocking tops. I was in heaven. She stood there for a moment, expectantly. "Well?"I responded by undoing the top button of my jeans, and slowly sliding the zip down. My cock, of course, sprang out immediately, hard and fully erect. I studied her expression intently. I was surprised, and not a little excited to see her eyes widen, and her unconsciously bite her bottom lip as my cock was finally exposed to her gaze.She repeated:" What do you want me to do?"I cleared my throat."Do you....still want to use the loo?"She looked at me blankly."Well...yes, I do...." her voice tailed off. She realised what I meant."Oh no....not that..", she shook her head resolutely, though her eyes were now firmly fixed on my penis. That's disgusting! There's no way I'm going to...""Even more disgusting than peeing in the woods?", I interrupted.She seemed at a loss for words. She reddened immediately as she realized my meaning."You were watching?"Yes, I was...and now I'd like to watch you again- but closer this time." "But it's, well, dirty.""That's the deal." I stated simply, aware that my prick was revelling in this conversation; standing up attentively. "If you really must.", she sighed finally, tucking her thumbs under the waistband of her panties."Slowly!", I warned her sharply. She obeyed, slowly drawing the thin material down.Her pussy was a revelation. As I had guessed, she was a natural redhead- her pubic hair was gingery red and trimmed short, giving a wonderful view of her mound; the dark cleft clearly visible between her soft pouting labia. This final sight was driving me wild with desire. I checked myself, though. I had resolved that I wouldn't touch her, and I intended to keep my promise..She stepped out of them. "Where?" she asked simply.I produced a china chamber-pot from beside the settee, and rested it on my thighs. "Here."She looked apprehensive. It was obvious to her that she would be close -very close to me.Sighing in reluctance and obvious distaste, she sauntered over. "Let's get it over with".Climbing onto the settee, she positioned herself astride me, over the pot. She was so close now that it took an immense effort on my part to resist touching her. Instead, I began to masturbate gently. The excitement was overwhelming. The scent of her expensive perfume filled my nostrils, and the heat of her young body, combined with the sight of her cunt inches from my face filled me with the urge to come. Her thighs, too, appeared exquisitely soft and of the stuff that wet dreams were made. "Do it.", I whispered, my eyes fixed on her now parted pussy lips. She gently placed her fingers either side of her crotch, holding herself apart and exposing the pinkness of her vagina....First a dribble, then a gush of urine emerged from between her legs, splashing uncontrollably into the porcelain with an almost musical drumming sound. She grunted softly with relief...And I came.God, how I came! In great thumping spurts, my spunk shot lazily into her pubes, then between her legs, landing on her fingers and her vulva, only to be washed away by the stream of hot, fragrant pee that she was now gratefully relieving herself of. She must have been bursting to go.Eventually, the stream slowed to a trickle, then stopped. I was gasping with exhaustion, and barely noticed her get off and remove the warm container.She crossed to the chair opposite, picked up her panties and began putting them on. I did notice, though, that she wiped her wet fingers quickly on her underwear."You don't know much about horses, do you?" her old haughty attitude had returned.What the hell was she on about, I thought, as I gathered my wits."What?""You don't know much about horses. You didn't realize that the horse you saw me riding today wasn't ours." She wore a supercilious expression - the one she usually did when lecturing me.I looked blankly at her, trying to work out the implications."I was using his tack", she added as she did up her blouse, "so....that's probably what confused you. He's got similar markings and colour.. (she pulled on her skirt)..he's from the same stock. I was bringing him over for stud."She smiled at me sweetly."So..why did you come over? Why did you agree to..?" I asked."Just curious. I wanted to see what you had up your sleeve, that's all".She pulled on her coat, and turned to me, her voice full of loathing sarcasm."Next time, perhaps if I tell you a big enough lie, you'll fuck me properly."With that she was gone, leaving me feeling deflated and frustrated as usual. Perhaps I'd been had, again. There again, maybe she was lying to cover her embarrassment. One thing was certain - one never knew quite where the truth lay with her- maybe that's why I found her so infuriatingly desirable. She was a true games-mistress; with cunning beyond her years. Next time - yes, there certainly would be a next time - she would get fucked; and she did -- eventually.But that's another story.