But because my legs were completely jelly, I nearly fell. Ethan had to steady me by cupping my rear. His hand was large, his fingers long, and somehow, he brushed against my sensitive spot.
“Ah!” I cried out involuntarily.
“What’s wrong?” Chloe immediately asked with concern.
“My leg… my leg just cramped up,” I mumbled, making up a quick excuse, hoping to brush it off.
That evening, after dinner, Chloe suggested we go to the mountain peak behind the equestrian center to watch the sunset. I didn’t want to be a third wheel, but Chloe sweet–talked and pleaded until I finally agreed to go.
“What? We’re riding horses? I’m wearing a skirt!”
We drove the SUV to the foot of the mountain, where two horses were waiting in the shade. Chloe said it was fine, the horses wou
Id just walk up the mountain, so a skirt was no issue. Ethan had a small pony specifically for Chloe, which only she could ride. And because I was new to riding, for safety, I would share a horse with Ethan.
I initially refused flat out, wanting to head straight back to the stables. But Chloe pointed out there was no driver, so I’d have to hike back alone. It was almost sunset, and walking alone through a deserted rural road at night was truly unsettling. I reluctantly got
onto the horse.
My skirt wasn’t short, but the specific riding posture meant the white fabric barely covered my backside, preventing a full exposur My bare, pale thighs were fully exposed, a stark contrast against the dark, glossy horsehair.
“The mountain path here is tricky. Hold on tight to me.”
Ethan held the reins with one hand, and with the other, he gripped the saddle, his fingers brushing against me subtly. As the horse swayed and bumped, I fought to suppress involuntary shivers. Ethan’s breathing grew heavier and heavier.
Watching Chloe and her small pony disappear further and further into the distance, a deeply immoral thought sparked within me. Just as I was locked in a battle between my conscience and my desires, Ethan’s hand moved away from the saddle.
The receding heat instantly snapped me back to reality. I was secretly relieved that I hadn’t done anything irreversible when sudde nly, a low–hanging vine on the narrow mountain path forced me to press my entire upper body onto the horse’s back.
But I forgot about this position–front low, back high–which rendered my skirt’s covering function almost useless. A chill swept over me, and only then did I remember that for breathability and a seamless look, I was wearing a thong.
But it was too late to adjust myself. Ethan…
…pulled me forcefully back against him. I could distinctly feel a warmth, like body heat. The sensation of sitting down again was no longer the cold saddle.
For a moment, I forgot who Ethan was, and who I was. In this desolate outdoor spot, only the horses tied nearby and the scund of Ethan’s and my panting filled the air.
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The sky grew darker and darker. I don’t know how long it lasted, but I only knew it was an experience I’d never had before. Both in terms of duration and intensity, Ethan was truly different. He could go on and on, like a tireless colt. Changing various positions and methods to sustain the session.
Our encounter finally ended with Ethan’s complete release.
Lying on the grass, Ethan slowly remarked, “You’re something else. You’re the first one who didn’t beg for mercy.”
I rolled over, grinning mischievously at him, “Want to go for round two??”
Just as Ethan was about to launch his second “attack,” his phone rang. It turned out he’d promised his family he’d be home for dinner. He hadn’t returned, so they were calling to check in. Ethan told me he’d originally expected me to give up quickly, leading to a quick and unsatisfying end, which was why he’d agreed to go home for dinner with his mom. He simply hadn’t anticipated such a long “performance” time.
Ethan was reluctant to leave, asking if we could meet again tomorrow. I understood what Ethan meant, but then I suddenly thought of Chloe. I felt uncertain about how I would face her in the days to come.
