Reverse Cowgirl

by G. Gil Lowe

You never know when the kiss of opportunity will strike. This morning I was hit head-on and now I’m seeing stars. Liza, my co-worker and object of desire taught me some lessons I will never forget.

About Liza: cute and sexy, petite, dark-curly hair, shiny blue eyes, nice tits, super funny, a stoner, loves animals, rides horses, early twenties but looks and dresses like a seventeen year-old hippie chick.

She smiles constantly and sticks out her tongue, you just want to kiss her when she’s clowning around. I’ve been working alongside her for months pitchin’ a tent at least once a day.

She’s invited me to hang out with her girlfriends and go to parties. All of them are hot, each of them has a boyfriend and all of them are jerks.
We both love head-banging rock and homemade brownies.

I was eager to hang out with her after our morning shift; it was her idea. She picked me up in her truck and we set out for horseback riding lessons. She owns two horses, she competes for show and she’s going to show me the ropes. We left the city and headed out with some sodas and a bong. We got stoned on the way and I felt like a million bucks hanging out with her. I pretty much forgot she already had a boyfriend.

The sun was shining on the green pasture around the barn and some ducks cleared the pond on our approach. Liza handed me some gear out of the truck and said we should take one more hit on the bong. There was just a little green and some resin left in it, so I mentioned it, thinking she would fill it from her stash.

‘Almost out? I guess we’re going to have to share the last hit.’ I knew she had more but I said sure. I handed her the bong and gave her some flame. I was entranced by her lips puckering around it.

‘You know what a shotgun is?’ she asked, smoke billowing out from her puffed cheeks. Of course I knew but I acted innocent.


‘Come, come. Come closer’, she insisted, pointing to her mouth. I lightly pressed my lips on hers and opened my mouth. She pressed hers a bit more on mine and slowly blew all her breath into me. I closed my eyes and melted as the skunkiness filled my lungs.

She beamed and then I coughed a huge cloud of smoke.She patted me on the back and asked if I was OK. I told her I wasn’t but smiled like a puppy wanting more biscuits. We continued to the barn.

She was wearing cut-off denim shorts and a t-shirt that showed off her curves nicely. I followed her cute ass in to the storage area and we assembled two saddles, bits and bridles, tether ropes, blankets and grooming tools. Every time she leaned over, I could feel my crotch heat up as I studied her round tits and that sweet ass sticking out from her shorts. I was really getting hot just watching her move around the barn. It was quiet, rather dark in places and full of straw and cobwebs and the combined smells of wood, musk and leather.

I wanted to ask her if she’s ever fooled around in there but instead I asked why she had two horses.

‘I had Bob for a couple years when I first started riding. He’s a retired race horse and I got him pretty cheap. He’s dependable and easy-going but he’s kind of clunky. So I got another one, younger, more energy for competition. I don’t ride Bob much any more but I take care of him.’ Something about what she said made me excited.

She handed me a thick rope, put her arm on my shoulder and told me to go out to the field and fetch Bob. I was unsure, so she told me again; I had to walk out into the pasture, put the rope around Bob’s neck and pull myself on him by grabbing his mane. I could use the rope to help steer him to the barn and then we could saddle him up. I didn’t really know what I was doing but her tone and demeanor had a calming effect on me. What the hell, I thought.

I approached the small band of horses out past the muddy portion of the huge field. I spotted Bob, a sizable gray quarter horse with a white mane and wild eyes; he spotted me in return. This prompted him to start off in a gallop away from me. In time I managed to sort of sneak up alongside him, with his permission, and introduced myself. He snorted and knocked his head into me and then I proceeded with several attempts to put a rope around him.

When I finally did this, I got hold of his mane and Bob decided to have fun by trotting off. I responded by running alongside him, wrapping his mane around my hand and with a sudden great effort threw my body and legs over him. He replied with a furious run that forced me to lay low and keep my balance. To slow him down, I pulled lightly on the rope around his neck. Politely, he gave up the run. I managed to steer him toward the barn where Liza was watching us, smiling with approval. I felt like a teenager.

Liza demonstrated grooming, had me finish up and put the horses back while she changed clothes. I wanted to follow her.

I sent the horses through the gates and closed it up. As I opened the barn door, I was surprised to see Liza with just her shorts on, one arm covering her bare chest. Whoa! I told her I wasn’t expecting to see her tattoo. She waved me in.

‘I seem to have lost my shirt! she said, looking around the place. Could I borrow yours?’ she laughed but there was no embarrassment in her voice. No problem, I took off my shirt and handed it to her. She dropped the arm from her chest to inspect my shirt with both hands, to my amazement. There in the hazy light of the barn her breasts stood out beautifully, round, thick, full with nipples pointing right at my mouth. She looked at the shirt doubtfully.

‘This might be too big, she said, and then she lowered it and looked at me like everything was just fine. I felt myself get closer to her and we locked eyes.

‘Have you ever made out in a barn?’ She asked sweetly, standing on her tiptoes to bring herself level to me. This made her body arch like a country pin-up wet-dream, breasts and ass sticking out, denim and curly hair with her cowgirl boots still on.

I told her I hadn’t but was willing to learn. I was enthralled and wondered aloud how fast it would take to get my jeans off. She reached out with her hand and grabbed mine, pulled me closer to her and led me to a pile of fresh straw and blankets nearby. Shafts of light poked through the country air and lit a sweet place for us on the blankets. She knelt down and slowly opened my jeans as we continued to gaze at each other. I was still standing, so my hands naturally fell to her curly brown hair and breasts.

‘It’s not how fast you can do it; she whispered up to me, it’s how relaxed you can do it. You gotta’ feel it and then…’

And then her hands pulled my zipper away from my hard cock and she pulled my boxers down; as she opened it up my cock almost leapt toward her, pulsing with raw energy and excitement. We were both breathing heavy as she closed her eyes and wrapped her mouth around my cock. I leaned back against the wood and sighed. After a minute of sucking and licking me she reached for my hands again and slowly pulled me on top of her.

I felt like I was falling into her, through a mountain of straw, a sea of blankets, and somewhere, a cool soft earth floor. Every moment, every movement was slow and unrushed, sweet and quiet. As we locked lips I felt my whole body, mind and spirit pour into her until we melded and became one sensational whole being working together.

I tried to stop my orgasm by pulling myself out of her. She relaxed her body, stopped moving and somehow communicated through her body that I should wait and not pull out. My cock relaxed, my muscles slowly eased up and she gently removed herself from under me. For a minute we just sat next to each other and kissed lightly.

Then she reversed the situation and suddenly I was on my back.

She stretched her body toward me like a cat, withdrew and crept up my legs licking my crotch and stomach until my cock was solid and pulsing again. Orgasm was not far off but I wanted the moment to last forever so I relaxed and leaned back.

She moved harmoniously with me, slowly turning around and backing her sweet ass and dripping soft pussy to my face. My hands stroked her hips and waist as my tongue played over her clit. She tasted so fucking good and she moaned in high pitch. She massaged my crotch, got hold of my cock with one hand and pulled herself over on top of me, facing away from me. As she balanced her pussy over me, she looked back and smiled.

‘I’ve wanted to take you here for a while, she whispered, I get hot thinking about you. Now I want to come on top of you.’

Facing away from me, she lowers her ass on to my cock and arches her back until she’s looking at the ceiling. She rides up and down it a few times slowly as she tosses her hair from side to side; her moans get louder and louder. We start moving together rhythmically and I feel like a fucking stallion. She moves me from a trot to a run and I feel like I’m going to come as her ass bounces against my groin and her hair tosses around wildly.

She yelps, swears, gets a bit religious and I’m loving it. Now our skin is slapping together and I feel her whole spine crashing down on my cock. Her pussy is hot and wet and I feel sweat pouring off her as she rides me.

Another a few minutes that feel like eternity, I can’t hold it any more, I start to push her ass off my crotch.

She resists, slowly lowers herself around my cock and just presses herself against me, grinding and rotating her hips on me. I can barely take it. She feels so lovely and smells so good I want to explode inside her like a fucking rocket but I grab my balls and stop the cum. I can feel her orgasm as she heaves and squeezes her pussy around my cock. I tell her I’m too far gone, I can’t hold it.

She turns around and looks at me with droopy happy eyes. She smiles and I feel her pleasure. It becomes my pleasure which soars out of my cock.

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