Small Town Trail Ride

After my ninth birthday, we moved to Texas. My new stepfather’s ranch was west of Austin out in the country. We could drive into Austin for a good time; it was only two hours away – but that 70 miles was a huge distance – culturally speaking. The people that I lived around were country. I grew up around cowboys and wannabe cowboys. Horses were like dogs – everybody had one and they were as necessary to our social lives as cars to most teens.

            I learned how to ride quickly. My first horse’s name was Comanche and I had him till I went off to college. At night, I slept in the barn with him – after Mom would go to sleep, I crawled out the window with my blanket and they would find me in the stall every morning. It’s amazing that horse didn’t step on me, but I never thought about that – and he didn’t, so I spent many nights sleeping next to my best friend.

            There were many opportunities to ride. After school I would mount up and take Comanche for a run. On weekends, I would ride over to a friend’s house and sometimes we just staked the horses and talked about boys. But one annual event stands out in my mind – for several reasons – the Trail Ride. Now, I know what you’re thinking. When I say trail ride, it brings up images of cowboys going on an across the plains journey over rough terrain – by flowing streams, observing the mule deer and the majestic elk while they commune with nature and one another.

            That comparison is like a hole-y bucket – it does not hold water. The Trail Ride that I took part in was made up of people with all varieties of riding experience – all shapes and sizes – all ages, and we didn’t ride across the vast wilderness, we rode down the farm to market road with the traffic. Most of our horses might shy at a coiled up rattlesnake, but they didn’t shy at a passing eighteen wheeler – conditioning. We always took our pilgrimage in the month of May before the Texas summers became unbearable. Our destination was a nearby town which hosted a much anticipated rodeo. Now, don’t think Houston Livestock Rodeo; think smaller. The rodeo of which I speak was a good one, sponsored by the local Lions club and attracted talent over the years like Garth Brook and Willie Nelson. My mother had seen Little Joe Cartwright there when she was a child (Michael Landon – Highway to Heaven – never mind – ha!)

            But all of this was not the attraction for me, I enjoyed riding and I enjoyed being with Comanche, but what drew me was Dexter McElroy. I smile as I type that name. Lately in my blogs, I have shared tales of good and bad relationships I have had – some in my head – some in theirs – nevertheless, Dexter McElroy was one hot hunk in a tight pair of Levi’s. I would ride behind him part of the way so I could watch his tush in the saddle and sometimes I would ride to the side so I could watch his handsome profile, especially that kissable little dimple by his firm, sexy mouth. Whew! My memory is pretty vivid.

            I used to wear this white pair of Levi’s, a purple shirt, white boots and a purple cowboy hat. Can you say GAUDY? Haha! But that was okay, I fit right in. I was a buckle bunny before I knew what a buckle bunny was. Oh, Dexter played the same game I did. I think he watched my rear as much as I watched his – so the whole day would be foreplay in a way. And the nights!! Have you ever heard Elvis’s song, “Such A Night?” oh what a night it was! Haha! We camped out in a river bottom. Someone would go down earlier and build a good size bon-fire and set up tents. Trailers full of hay would be brought in to feed the horses and a caterer would set up a big BBQ pit. It really was an occasion.

            Teenagers like me and Dexter had our own party. Our tents weren’t supposed to be close, but when the grownups got enough beer in them, we could relocate without causing too much speculation. That way, we could sneak in one tent and out another without being detected. Ah! I must say – the trail ride was much more than a spring time ride on a pony – hahaha. I learned a lot about men and kissing and first base and second base – – well, you get the idea. The only damper on my experience was one night when Step-dad decided to check things out and came to my tent – which was one occupant over the legal limit. Dang! I got in TROUUUBBBBLLLEEEEE! Of course when he finally coerced me out and saw my bra hanging from the battery powered lantern, he didn’t need any further explanation.

            I don’t ride on trail rides anymore, to tell you the truth, I don’t know if they still have them. Times have changed. But they were fun – and added to my stash of memories that I can access when I write.

            Here is a scene inspired by a fantasy I always had of Derek – never got to fulfill it – except in my dreams.  Libby and Aron have sex on a horse – ha!

Here is the buy link for COWBOY HEAT in the new box set – all comments are entered for one of the new ebook versions of the box set, so you can see the pretty cover.

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“You wanted to ride a horse, so come on Love, climb on.” Aron held out his hand.

“Sultan is a really tall horse.” Libby marveled. The golden Palomino stood sixteen hands high and weighed almost twelve hundred pounds. She placed her foot in the stirrup and he picked her up easily. “We’re riding double?”

“Oh, yeah. We’ve got about an hour ride to the camp-site and I intend to have a helluva time with you, Love.” He sat her in front of him in the saddle. Aron was a big man, so the space between the saddle horn and his groin was snug.

“I like this.” Her honesty warmed his heart. She had put her hair into a loose braid and he pushed it to one side so he could kiss her neck.

“So do I, Pumpkin. So do I.”

“We are going to be all alone, aren’t we? “ She didn’t want anyone interfering in their time together.

“This is Tebow land, Honey. There’ll be no one but us. I have a satellite phone in my saddlebag, if we need help. We won’t see another living soul in the next two days.”

“Maybe that’s a good thing, considering the way I’m dressed.” Libby didn’t understand, but Aron had asked her not to wear pants – or underwear. He had spread a finely woven blanket over the front of the saddle, thereby making her a nice soft nest to sit on.

“You’re dressed perfectly.” She wore a red sundress that was now pulled up so high her bare bottom was nestled in the cradle of his thighs. The trail that Aron headed Sultan down was dappled in shade. “Look over there, Sweetie.” Through a break in the copse of trees she could see a beautiful lake, and standing on the shores of the lake were hundreds of head of longhorns.

“Wow, they’re magnificent animals.”

“Yes, they are. Big John, our oldest bull has an eighty inch spread to his horns, tip to tip. We raise them for breeding only and recently I sold a cow to a rancher in New Mexico for one hundred seventy thousand dollars.”

“Good Gracious!” She had no idea.

“I’m not a poor man, Libby.” Aron didn’t brag about his means, but he wanted Libby to understand that he could take care of her.

“I know you’re not, Aron.” Raising both arms to touch his neck, she shifted in his arms for a kiss. “But I’m more interested in your non-financial assets.”

“Good answer, Baby.” How non-Sabrina could you get? “Time to get this show on the road.” Without any warning, he pushed her elasticized sun dress down to her waist. Libby gasped in surprise and instant arousal. “Sultan knows the way.” He doubled the reins and laid them across the horse’s neck. “Lean back so I can have unhindered access to those beauties.”

Gladly, Libby did as he asked. “I love the way your hands feel on my breasts. The little rough spots on your fingers make me want to wiggle. “

“Good to know that my calluses are worth something to somebody.” Aron let his hands slide up until he had picked both of Libby’s tits up and lifted them until it would be possible to bring to life one of his sinful daydreams. “Lick them, Libby. Lick your pretty little nipples.”

“Me? That’s your job?” Libby was perplexed, this she had never even read about.

“They’re right there, Honey. You are bountifully blessed; pleasure yourself for me.” With only a moment’s hesitation, Libby bent her head and darted out her tongue to taste the tip end of her own breast. Huh! The sensation was not an unpleasant one. “Now, the other one.” She continued to follow his instructions. “Now, suck them for me, Baby.” Aron‘s arousal went from atomic to nuclear at the sight of Libby tugging on her own nipple.

“Ummmmm,” Libby mumbled as she sucked at the pebbled peak. It was the oddest sensation. Zing! Good Gravy! This felt absolutely incredible. Tingles of pleasure were racing the two feet or so that separated her nipples from her clit. Without being told, she abandoned one nipple and latched on to the other one. Behind her, Aron chuckled.

Libby turned loose long enough to mumble. “Wow. If I’d known how good this felt, I would have been doing it all the time.” At that revelation, Aron abruptly lowered her hands from her breasts.

“Oh, no. Forget I introduced you to that wicked little pleasure. I refuse to be replaced,” Aron laughed. Still slightly dazed, Libby didn’t realize what was happening until she felt herself being lifted and turned in the air. The next second, she found herself belly to belly with her baby.

“Oh, goody!” She began to unbutton his shirt. She was eager for more tactile delights. His hands fumbled with his belt buckle and zipper. When his actions registered with her, she looked up at him quizzically. “Is this even possible? Or safe?”

“I’ve never fell off a horse in my life, Libby. And I’m not about to start now. Trust me, Sultan and I will keep you safe.” He pulled his cock from his pants and then proceeded to delve between her thighs with eager fingers. “You’re already as slick and satiny as can be, Love. Come here. Pull your legs up and put them around my waist.” With a minimum amount of contortion, Libby found herself maneuvered until she could gratefully slide down on his turgid cock.

Aron was already leaking pre-cum and the tight fit of Libby‘s little pussy made him grunt with pleasure. “Now, this is an adventure, Libby-mine.” She couldn’t answer, all she could do was cling to his shoulders and coo with delight. In her position, and not wanting to spook the horse, the only movement that she dared make was internal, but her efforts did not go unnoticed. “Damn, Baby, that feels unbelievable!” He buried his face in her neck and just wallowed in the wondrous rush of love that washed over him.

“Aron, open your eyes and watch where we’re going. I can only see where we’ve been.” At her bossy little directive, Aron wiggled his cock deep inside her.

“You’re not supposed to be able to process thoughts. Why aren’t you mindless with rapture?” Who would have ever thought that sex could be so joyous? What used to be a necessary bodily function was now a celebratory event.

“I am mindless with rapture,” she assured him as she rubbed her nipples deep into his crisp chest hair. “God, that feels good.”

At her audible euphoria, Aron’s level of arousal sky-rocketed. “Not going to last,” he vocalized through clenched teeth. Standing up in the stirrups, and holding her upright, he rammed into her with tremendous force. Her pubis was grinding against his pelvic ridge eliciting spurts of tremendous sensation. As she peaked, Libby reached out and bit Aron right at the point his neck met his shoulder.

That was all it took, Aron roared with release. Bucking upward, he emptied himself within her, forever claiming her as conquered territory. Sultan pranced and sidestepped, but Aron did not falter or relinquish his hold on his beloved.

Libby felt no fear, only an absolute and utter elation.

Sinking back down, they cuddled and murmured little nonsensical phrases of praise and worship. The word love might not have been verbalized, but its presence was undeniable.

Teasing, Libby observed, “Sultan is so well behaved. This wasn’t the first time that you performed this equestrian feat, was it?”

“Actually, it was. Although, I will admit I have fantasized about it a time or two.” Planting a smacking kiss on her forehead, Aron deftly reversed her position.

Sighing, she settled herself against him while he adjusted her clothes. “That was the most fun I’ve ever had on horseback, Lib-tastic.” His manipulation of her name was becoming a precious oddity. She couldn’t wait to see what else he would come up with.

             

Thanks for reading

Sable Hunter  

About sablehunter

Sable Hunter writes erotic romance. She writes what she likes to read and enjoys putting her fantasies on paper. Her stories are emotional reads where the heroine is faced with challenges, like one of her favorite songs – she’s holding out for a hero – and boy, can she deliver a hero. Her aim is to write a story that will make you laugh, cry and sweat. If she can wring those emotions out of a reader, then she has done her job. She grew up in south Louisiana along the mysterious bayous where the Spanish moss hangs thickly over the dark waters. The culture of Louisiana has shaped her outlook on life and made its way into her novels where the supernatural is entirely normal. Presently, Sable lives in Texas and spends most of her time in wild and wonderful Austin. She is passionate about animals and has been known to charm creatures from a one ton bull to a family of racoons. For fun, Sable has been known to haunt cemeteries and battlefields armed with night-vision cameras and digital recorders hunting proof that love survives beyond the grave.She writes for Secret Cravings Publishing as well as publishes much of her own work. Join her in her world of magic, alpha heroes, sexy cowboys and hot, steamy, to-die-for sex. Step into the shoes of her heroines and escape to places where dreams can come true and orgasms only come in multiples.
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17 Responses to Small Town Trail Ride

  1. Terri says:

    That trail ride sounds like so much fun. What a great memory.

    I know we have trail rides around here but they are usually some sort of charity ride. I don’t know much about them as I don’t own a horse or even have access to one any more. I did as a kid though and my best friend and I would ride into the “Park” (Lexington Park, the biggest town in the county). She didn’t own a saddle and I didn’t own a horse, so we would ride double bareback. For the most part we were good but there was one section of road that had no shoulder and was very narrow. That silly horse wouldn’t shy for the occassional snake we would see but let a stupid person honk their horn and we were known to have one run away horse. We almost landed on someone’s car hood one day!

    Thanks for sharing your memories. I so enjoy them.

  2. Kathy Lewis says:

    That is one of my favorite scenes, I love reading it over and over again. Love your trail ride story. Always got to be on the lookout for parental units. .

  3. no1lefthere says:

    I miss the country!! Nice fantasy there, I wonder how it would work in real life 😀 lolol

  4. Ginger Ring says:

    I always enjoy your posts. They bring back memories of when I was young. I still remember my dad taking me to Tim’s Pony Farm to pick out my first ‘horse’ a Welsh pony named Misty. lol The first time I was in the saddlbe she took off full blast. I stayed on and went for many rides in the hay fields with her as a kid. I have finished all the Hell Yeah and Cajun Spice books and I am now working on the Texas Heat series. I love them all. Thanks for bringing us hours of reading pleasure!!

  5. Susan T. says:

    That is a hot excerpt. Love his nick name for her…Lib-tastic.

  6. jwl321 says:

    I enjoyed your post. Thanks for sharing your trail riding memories. Loved the excerpt!

  7. Sara says:

    Sounds like you have some fun memories from your childhood. Thanks for sharing them and that excerpt from the book.

  8. Clare O'Beara says:

    That was a fun post, you have plenty of good memories. I learnt to ride in a suburban riding school and we were not allowed leave the grounds to ride on the road, so we never went anywhere. But today all the suburban riding schools are built on so the girls and boys don’t have anywhere to learn.

  9. Lori Vick says:

    love that excerpt.

  10. Mary Preston says:

    I will NEVER think of a trail ride the same way again.

  11. Gail S says:

    Oh Sable, I loved that you shared that story of the trail ride. Sounds like it was a great time. Sorry to hear that your Step Dad caught you. 😀

  12. Can we say well trained horse! If I’d tried anything like that on mine, I wouldn’t be alive!
    Z

  13. wyndwhisper says:

    Hi Sable,
    i love Aaron and Libby’s story and thought that was one of my fav. parts. he gets so cute with her name by the end of the book you can’t help but laugh at it. Jacobs story is still my favorite of the Hell Yeah boys so far but i have not read the rest of them yet, i’m way behind! LOL

    tammy ramey
    trvlagnt1t@yahoo.com

  14. Lady says:

    Love when you post, Sable! This was one of my favorite McCoy outing scenes…second only to Jacob and Jessie’s “hay ride.” 🙂 Love the box set…so pretty!!

  15. Tiss says:

    Sounds like you had alot of fun. Too bad you got caught. Love your books. Don’t think I ever slept with my horse, but do remember sleeping on the ride home. Good thing the horse knew where he was going, cause I was out.

  16. Susanne says:

    I really enjoyed your blog today. I like memories that make me smile. I will be putting the box set on my TBR list.

  17. Nancy says:

    Loved your story today!!! Have never been on a trail ride but they sound wonderful!! The book sounds awesome, too!!! Thanks for the excerpt.

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