An older man goes riding with a much younger woman. When they reach his cabin in the woods he takes control, ropes her and brings her sweet pleasure.

All characters are consenting adults, of course.

Enjoy.

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Saddling the two horses went smoothly.

The first, a mare, willingly followed Mark Illanovitch from the pasture into the stable. The second, a filly, hesitated.

Annie, Mark’s much younger visitor, hesitated too. She had been raised on a ranch in Montana and knew how to handle horses. But it wasn’t in her nature to take the lead. She waited, watching him.

Once Mark tied the mare at the tack room, he sighed, put on leather roping gloves and took a well-used lasso off the wall. In the pasture he expertly sent a loop around the younger horse’s neck and calmly waited until she settled before leading her into the barn.

“You can saddle her yourself, right?” Mark asked.

Annie nodded. “Of course!”

“I’ll do the mare then. You take care of the filly.”

“Watch her,” he added. “She can be skittish!”

Annie expertly prepared her horse. She savored the familiar feel of the leather from the saddle-soaped harnesses. When finished, she led the filly out to the yard and easily swung herself up, settling calmly into the saddle as the filly danced from the additional weight. Annie calmed her with gentle movement and voice.

Soon they were riding across the open field toward the hills behind the farm. Mark had inherited it from his grandparents. He kept it now as a hobby farm and a place for him to escape the city.

It was a gorgeous day, without wind and warm, neither hot nor humid. She was glad to have met Mark at the neighbor’s party last night. Yes, he was old enough to be her father. But she was attracted to his calm confidence. He was good looking too, fit and trim. And she was thrilled when he invited her to go for a ride. She missed it. The filly’s movement felt good between her thighs. The sundress she wore was perfect for this summer day. The boots fit the stirrups like they belonged and the hat kept the sun from her eyes. She urged her mount to a canter.

Mark was enjoying the day too. He looked across at Annie, riding beside him. She was so lithe and happy astride the filly, her body undulating fluidly with the horse’s motion. He watched her, the bright sunlight hinting at her shape underneath as it shone through the thin fabric of her sundress.

Mark pushed the mare to a gallop. He shouted over his shoulder as he passed Annie, “Follow me!”

The track rose among trees on one side of the valley, narrowing. At the top of a hill Mark slowed the mare to a walk and she huffed from exertion after the gallop. Annie was right behind.

“Where are we going?” she asked.

“My favorite place,” Mark called back over his shoulder.

Annie followed, relaxing in the sun, enjoying the bird song and scent of the pines. They rounded a corner and entered a clearing. On the far side was a small log cabin. And behind it, a spectacular view of the valley below.

“Wow! This is awesome,” Annie breathed. They dismounted in the quiet enclave and hitched their horses to the railing on the rough hewn porch that surrounded two sides of the cabin.

“My hideaway,” explained Mark. “Whenever I need complete peace and quiet, this is where I come.” He smiled, “Like it?”

“Oh, yes,” said Annie. “It feels so secret and private, like in a fairytale.”

Mark stepped up the porch and unlocked the padlocked door. “Let me show you inside,” he said, swinging it open.

She slipped past him and entered the one-room cabin. On the right were shelves with books and a few tools. There was an inviting rocking chair and a small table with a kerosene lantern. On the far side was a single bed, a stack of blankets piled at one end. To the left, a counter held a wash basin and shelves with cans and food containers, pots and frypans, and a tidy collection of kitchen tools. In the middle of the small room was a black cast iron wood burning stove that could do double duty as a heater on cooler nights. A blackened tea kettle sat on top and a pile of split firewood filled a box beside.

“Cozy,” nodded Annie. “And the bathroom?” she asked.

Mark grinned, “Ah! Very old-fashioned,” he said. “It’s an outhouse behind the cabin over that way,” he gestured toward the back of the cabin.

“May I?” Annie asked.

“Of course!” answered Mark. He grinned, “I put out fresh towels last time I was here.”

Following her outside, Mark busied himself tying the horses’ leads to trees on either side of the clearing so they could graze but not wander away.

When Annie returned, he was idly playing with his lasso, tossing and coiling it as he practised landing around a particular tuft of grass in the clearing in front of him.

He watched her cross to the filly. She stooped to check that the cinch was loosened. She was so trim, tight, and tidy, a lot like the horse she was riding. She rubbed the filly’s nose, speaking softly. Her dark hair shone in the sun, matching the light reflecting from her sundress that swung around her hips as she moved.

He suddenly realized that he wanted her.

As she crossed the clearing toward him, he sent the lasso flying so it spun perfectly around her. As it fell to her waist, he jerked it taut, pinning her ams to her sides.

“Hey!” she squealed and stumbled. She looked at him with a quizzical smile.

Mark slowly pulled her forward as he coiled the rope.

“Well, looky here!” he said in a poor imitation of a Texan accent. “I roped me a nice little filly! My lucky day!”

He grinned and continued to tug her step by step closer.

“Mr. Illanovitch!” Annie squeaked. “Ummm … wha … what are you … doing?”

“‘Sir,’ please Annie!” Mark said sternly. “Use the correct terminology. ‘Sir’ is how I want you to address me.”

Annie swallowed and continued to take small stumbling steps as he expertly twisted the rope into loops, drawing her closer. She decided to do as he said and play along.

“Ummm … Okaaaay …. Sir?”

By now they were face to face only a foot aside.

“Good girl,” Mark said.

He smiled and reached a hand to the junction of her shoulder and neck. Shocked by his sudden intimate touch, she tilted her head and looked up at him inquiringly.

“You know I have no desire at all to hurt you, right?” He looked into her eyes, wide with surprise. “That’s not my thing. I enjoyed talking and getting to know you at the party last evening. I think I like you too much now to want to hurt you.”

He paused. “But I want you to agree.”

Annie nodded uncertainly, butterflies rising in her stomach. “Uh … Okaaay? … Agree to what?”

“All I want …,” said Mark. He leaned closer to her, “… Is to bring you pleasure. More than you even know you can experience. I want you to feel things you’ve never felt before.”

He leaned back to study her face.

His words startled her. She felt strange.. excited.. confused.. hesitant.. willing … all at once. No one had ever spoken to her like this before. She’d never been with anyone as assured as Mark, so in control of the situation, so intense. This wasn’t just play. It was a side of him she’d only had hints of when she first met him. She wondered of how she’d felt then. She knew he had made her feel.. safe.. ready.. eager.. open.

She swallowed and nodded slowly. She knew what he wanted her to say..

“Yes …. Sir.”

“Do you agree? Do you accept my control of you?”

Annie felt her legs quiver and heart beat faster. Again she nodded. “Yes …. Yes, sir.”

‘Oh god,’ she wondered. ‘What am I doing? How can this man have so much power over me?’

Mark tugged the rope to pull her closer. She stumbled until her body was against his, her arms fixed by the lasso to her sides. She closed her eyes and lifted her lips. She expected him to kiss her, to press his mouth to hers, to feel his tongue reaching, to moan, to give herself to him. She felt her body opening for whatever he would do. Her breath quickened and she felt heat begin to rise between her legs.

But he didn’t kiss her.

Instead he pulled her around. She stumbled back against the porch railing. He leaned against her, not to kiss her eager lips, but to hold her against the railing so he could lift the rope around it, sending loops over and under both sides, cinching her to the rail. She gasped in surprise. Mark quickly finished looping and swung himself onto the porch behind her. She felt him yank the rope tighter and knot it, tying her securely like a farrier tending to a horse’s hooves.

“All right?” he asked in a low voice.

She could twist her body side to side but she could only stand upright. Her legs were free and she could bend her body some. But she couldn’t go anywhere. She was trussed firmly in place.

Annie stuttered, “Y … ye … yess.”

She couldn’t turn or run away. She couldn’t stop him. ‘Oh god,’ she wondered, ‘What is he planning? What does he want? What have I gotten myself into?’

“Too tight?”

“N … No.” She shook her head.

She felt his hand on the back of her neck. He squeezed lightly.

Mark spoke conversationally. “I thought about gagging you. I have a nice leather strap that would do.”

Annie drew in a sharp breath.

“But then I decided I want to hear you. I want to know what you’re feeling. I want to know that you are willing.”

He chuckled, “It’s the same with training horses, isn’t it? Meet them on their terms.”

“I.. I guess so ….”

“Now,” he said from behind her on the porch. “I will run my hands over you, to settle you, just like I would with any young filly.”

Annie nodded, knowing this was the way with training a young horse. She felt anxious but willing too. She was open to him feeling her body. In fact, she realized, she wanted his touch.

From behind, he ran his hand across her shoulders and down her arms. The sundress was thin and Annie felt his fingers as if she wore nothing at all. His touch was light but firm on the bare skin above her elbows.

Each time he slowly explored a new bit of her body, she found her breathing deepen as her mind followed the path of his hand. It didn’t soothe her though. It was exciting and sexy. She felt hot.

He moved over her back, his touch revealing she wore no bra. He had suspected as much. There was nothing but bare skin under the thin fabric.

Mark squatted down on a knee, still behind her on the porch. He ran his hands slowly down her sides below the binding loops of rope, over the leggings covering her hips and legs. His hands slid along her thighs to the backs of her knees. He paused and moved around to the front, over her kneecaps. Slowly he began to slide up her thighs. It was like he was settling a young horse with his gentle touch. But Annie wasn’t calmed.

“Oh god,” Annie said softly, shifting her weight as his fingers explored. She liked what he was doing. She murmured, “I … umm … ooh … this … it feels good.”

He slipped his hands under the hem of the sundress, up and over the waistband of her tights, the tops of her thighs and her hip bones, stopping when he reached the binding rope around her middle. He moved his fingers across the bare skin of her tummy, gently pressing into its warm soft curve.

“Your body is beautiful,” he murmured.

He moved his hands lower, again on the fabric of her tights, over her hips toward the rise of her pubic bone. “Oh!” she squirmed, “Please!”

‘Is he going there?’ she asked herself. ‘Am I ready to do this? Can I?’

Mark stopped. “Please? … Please what?”

Annie felt need rising, her body demanding. “Please … please …,” she paused. “Sir,” she said in a small voice. “Please … keep.. keep going.”

He nodded, satisfied.

She gasped as he moved down toward her sex, his fingers inching lower until he cupped her pussy through her tights.

“Ahhhh …,” she breathed, her hips involuntarily lifting.

He lingered as she tentatively twisted and turned, listening to her deep breaths and feeling her pussy move under his fingers.

“I think …,” he said. “I think I don’t want these tights on you anymore. They’re getting in the way.”

Annie moaned.

He hooked his fingers over the elastic at her waist, and began to slide the tight leggings down.

He paused. “OK?” he asked.

She let out a quiet, “Yes … Sir … please.”

He peeled her tights over her hips, discovering as he did the thin straps of the thong she wore. He examined the pleasing curve of her ass as he worked the fabric down her thighs.

Annie tensed when she felt the summer air touch her bare skin.

He stopped when he could push the leggings no lower. His hands slid up the backs of her bare legs to top of her thighs. He moved higher, his fingers curving around her ass cheeks, massaging slowly.

Annie groaned in pleasure. Her pussy was flowing. Every new sensation from his touch was eroding more of her hesitancy. He was so certain, so sure of what he was doing. There was no fumbling, no tentativeness in his touch. He knew exactly where his fingers were going and what they were doing. She felt herself melting into his hands, letting her desires slip under his control.

Mark was enjoying every instant of his first exploration of her fresh young body. She responded to his touch, her low sighs and moans revealing her emotions.

With one hand he traced the thin strap of thong nestled between her cheeks. He followed it down, sliding his finger between the globes of her ass, pushing them aside as he moved lower between her thighs. With a moan, she shifted to open her legs a little. He slid his hand between her opening thighs, under and around to the front until his fingers lay on the thin triangle of fabric covering her pussy. He could feel her heat.

Still behind her, he allowed his fingers to play. He increased pressure, feeling her lips fold and move apart. He heard her sharp intake of breath as he moved from side to side, rubbing her through the fabric. She moaned softly, her body sagging so her thighs opened more.

Mark began to move his hand up and down slowly. His middle finger was pressing into her outer lips, opening her up.

“Oh.. fuck …” she moaned.

His middle finger curled. Her thong creased into her. The deeper it went, the more her outer lips were exposed, their heat, their slick folds wetting his fingers as the thong slowly disappeared.

Annie gasped. “God.. O god.. Ooo,” she moaned. When he moved higher to bump her clit she felt her body’s resistance give way completely. He could do whatever he wanted with her. The waves of pleasure flowing from her pussy were flooding her brain. She felt need swell within her.

Mark toyed for a moment over the sensitive nub. He felt her pleasure create. She was breathing deeply and her hips were moving under his fingers, lifting rhythmically into his pressure.

He slid his finger back down, purposefully pushing the thin thong deep between her lips and into her. “Ohhh …,” she squeaked in surprise. The triangle disappeared entirely.

Once it was hidden, Illanovitch shifted around to her side on one knee. He returned his hand to her mound, laying his fingers over her pubic hair, toying with her from the front. His back hand moved to her ass, massaging her bare skin.

He slid his fingers down, over her lips. They were wet even with the thin cotton soaking up her juices. She was so fucking hot. His own heart was beating hard and his cock was stirring, his breathing deep, like hers. He wanted her to cum. To cum like this. From his touch, tied to the porch.

He hooked his fingers around the strip of cloth bunched between her lips. He did the same with his back hand, sliding over her smooth ass cheek to hook under the strap of cotton at the back. He pulled. The thin thong lifted, pressing deeper, pressuring her asshole and her cunt.

“Wha … wha … OH GOD,” she groaned, her voice raising as Mark tightened the cloth, lifting it deeper into her.

He began to move it slowly, back and forth, sliding it through her, dragging it over her asshole, rubbing it across her tender perineum, and digging it between her lips, riding up between the folds of her labia until it slid over her hardened clit. “Jesus..,” she gasped, her legs shaking, blood pounding in her ears..

It was like nothing she’d ever experienced. No one had ever handled her this way. She had never even wondered of being in such a position, never in her wildest fantasies. Her body rocked forward, tugging against the ropes that bound her. His hands were relentless now. She felt no pain, only pleasure. “Aaaghh..,” she groaned. Her clit was throbbing. “Fuuuucck ….” She felt the thong drawing fluids out of her soaking pussy so they ran down her thighs as he rubbed the wet cloth back and forth. “OOoo … God!”

Mark leaned against her side and whispered into her ear in a low voice. “Are you ready to cum?”

“Yesss …,” she squealed. “Ohhhh god …. yesssss.”

“Do it,” he ordered. “Let yourself go.”

Her attention focussed only on her throbbing cunt. She was gasping.

Mark moved his thumb over her clit, pressuring it, rocking it side to side as he pulled on the thong.

“Cum for me. Cum now!”

“UNNNHH ….” Annie cried. Her orgasm started deep within her. Her whole pelvis shook as the waves of pleasure washed through her. “AAAAAHH … OHHHH ….” Her abdominal muscles contracted as she came. “FUUUCCCKK … ” “OHH.. OHH.. OH.. OH.” Her hips lifted and jerked against Mark’s hand as he held the soaking wet fabric tight against her. “AAGGGH ….”

The spasms gradually slowed. Annie’s awareness began to return. She breathed deep, her chest heaving. She felt a bead of sweat run down her cheek. A swirl of air chilled the juices running down her thigh. “Oh my god,” she gasped.

Mark relaxed the pressure on her thong. Annie drew a sharp breath as he did, her whole pelvis hyper-sensitive after the rubbing it had been given.

Mark pulled the wet triangle from her cunt and slid the thin cotton thong down her legs.

He moved from the porch to kneel in the grass in front of her. He lifted her foot out of one boot, pulled that leg of her tights off, then the loop of wet thong. He slipped her foot back into the soft boot. He did the same on the other leg.

Her sundress hung unevenly over her legs. He could see the glistening wetness on her thighs.

Annie was still catching her breath when he stood up in front of her, her bare skin tingling and hot. She felt him lean against her, pressing his body to hers. Oh it felt good. He bent his head down.

“I’ll have that kiss you want to give me now,” he said in a low voice. Annie looked up into his eyes. “Oh god, Mr. Illanovitch …. Yes! … Yes… sir!” She lifted her lips and met his. They kissed long and deep, her young pliable body still responding and exciting him. Still full of promise. Still in his control.