Cantering steadily up the bridle path, enjoying the warmth of the afternoon sun on her back, Sadie silently thanked her late mother once more for making horses a priority in her life. Without her encouragement she would never have known the exhilarating freedom and joy that came along with the peaceful calm of her favourite past time.

Patting Jolly Roger soundly on his muscular neck, she reigned him to a standstill and slid off him. A handsome, black, eighteen-hand thoroughbred, Jolly had been the love of her life since her rather bitter divorce.

Taking the reins in her hand loosely she led the way down the little trail that led to the woodland stream and the beautiful clearing she called her special place, a secluded, untouched glade rife with Bluebells and thick bracken.

Here is where she loved to be, to relax, gather her thoughts and make plans without the annoyance of being disturbed. Talking softly to Jolly, she tied him to his usual tether where he could graze and doze happily in the shade.

Slipping her backpack from her shoulders she took out her tartan blanket and spread it beneath the heavy boughs of the ancient chestnut tree, putting the pack containing her lunch against the trunk to stay cool. Removing her heavy riding boots she wiggled her toes in the thick grass before lying down and letting out a long, deep sigh as she propped her hands behind her head closing her eyes, her long slim, Jodhpurs-clad legs stretched out fully.

Breathing in deeply, enjoying the earthy fresh smell of the Wiltshire countryside and the gentle babble of the stream behind her, complete relaxation was hers.

"Oh shit and fuck!"

Sadie's eyes shot open as she heard the loud shout and she leapt to her feet, startled, and peered through the overgrown foliage curiously as the expletives continued. Stifling a giggle she watched as a tall, muscular man hopped up and down next to an upturned bike with a buckled wheel, swearing loudly.

From what she could see he had definitely come a cropper with a fallen branch. Moving into sight she called out, "Hello, are you okay?"

He looked around, startled.

"Oh fuck, sorry, yes I'm fine, just a few cuts and bumps; the bike came off worse," he replied with a lopsided grin.

"I'm a clumsy tosser."

He moved towards her holding out a large hand, "I'm Mike, pleased to meet you."

Sadie took his hand and shook it. "Hello, Mike, I'm Sadie."

From beneath her dark lashes she eyed him up and down; he was very tall, his long muscular legs encased in tight cycling shorts and his broad chest and flat stomach covered in a black lycra t-shirt. And very handsome, with a strong, chiselled jaw, the lopsided grin, bright blue eyes and an unruly mop of tousled russet hair which was flopping sexily over his forehead, giving him an air of an untidy schoolboy.

Smiling at him she released his hand.

"You look like you could do with a cool drink and a sit down. I have some water with me, if you want some."

Again with that sexy grin. "Oh yeah, that'd be great, thank you"

Sadie led the way and he followed behind, carrying his busted buckled bike with him, taking in the lovely view of his woodland heroine.

The slim-fitting Jodhpurs showed her rounded bottom, long legs and small waist off to perfection. She had a long mane of thick wavy blonde hair halfway down her back. He smiled to himself as all manner of thoughts raced through his mind; perhaps for once his clumsiness would be of benefit to him.

Entering the glade he spotted Jolly and went straight over to him, making a fuss over him.

"Wow, what a gorgeous horse! Hello, boy."

Unimpressed, Jolly continued to doze and completely ignored him.

Sadie laughed, and held out a bottle of water to him. "He is my beautiful boy, if not a bit rude."

Laughing back, Mike took the cool bottle and gulped the refreshing water down greedily, slaking his thirst. He couldn't help but take in the beauty before him, the front view being just as good as the rear. Wonderful large breasts, a soft round face, and the most mesmerising slate-grey eyes surrounded by thick, sooty lashes above a full, pouty-lipped mouth.

Turning away and talking over her shoulder to him, Sadie grinned. She could feel him watching her arse and felt a twinge of excitement; was the attraction mutual? She thought so.

"I have some lunch with me too; would you like some?" Grabbing her backpack she sat down on the blanket and busied herself getting her lunch.

Mike didn't hesitate, "Are you sure? I don't want to invade your privacy."

Patting the blanket beside her, she indicated for him so sit. "It's fine, honestly; it'll be nice to have a bit of company. Jolly's not big on talking."

He sat down heavily and sprawled his large frame next to her much smaller one. "Well, as long as it's okay with Jolly."

Grinning back at him, Sadie passed him a box filled with succulent, refreshing fruit after extracting a large ripe juicy strawberry for herself, watching him closely as she licked the ripe fruit and took a bite very slowly.

Mike groaned inwardly; the sight of her luscious, ruby lips wrapped around the tip of the sticky fruit made him shift uncomfortably in his tight shorts. With great effort he tried to hide his twitching, hardening cock from her.

Sadie had noticed and was enjoying the view as she continued to seductively eat the fruit, allowing the sticky syrup to run down her fingers. One by one she licked and sucked her fingers clean, sucking them deep into her mouth noisily, still watching Mike intently.

'Sod it,' he thought to himself, 'she knows I'm turned on, she is deliberately teasing me.' He also noticed her nipples straining against the tight white top she wore, two perfect peaks in the middle of her large breasts, which he also noticed were not in a bra - the naughty minx.

Leaning towards him and placing a well-manicured hand on his thick thigh, Sadie squeezed it lightly.

"I think we have entirely too many clothes on to enjoy one another properly."

Taking the bottom of her t-shirt in each hand she raised her arms and pulled it over her head, her perfect breasts bouncing free merrily; they were beautiful, the rosy, puckered tips of them almost begging to be licked, sucked and nibbled on.

Again not hesitating, Mike also pulled his t-shirt over his head revealing a broad muscular chest with a light smattering of hair and a marvelous six pack.

"I think you're right."

Standing to remove her jodhpurs, with Mike on his knees, her pierced navel was at his eye level, glinting prettily in the sunlight. He ran his hands up her thighs and fumbled with the clasp at the waistband of her trousers. He couldn't resist licking her flat, tanned tummy and running his tongue around her belly button as he eased the tight pants down over her narrow hips, revealing tiny, lacy, pink panties. As his tongue swept lower his teeth caught on the flimsy knickers and he pulled them down so she could easily step out of them.

The scent of her was intoxicating; inhaling deeply, his hands stroked her silken thighs, inching them apart so his fingers could climb up to her glorious hidden delights. His tongue traced across her belly and over her shaven mound.

She placed her hands on either side of his face, stroking his slight stubble, pulling his mouth closer to her pussy, enticing him to explore further. Spreading her legs a little wider, her gorgeous shaven slit was fully visible and he could see her juices glistening, her labia like the dusky pink petals of a newly-bloomed rose almost willing him to kiss and lick them.

Reaching down with her long tapered fingers she spread her moistened lips for him, offering herself to him to do as he pleases with her wanton flesh.

Softly he kissed the damp lips and brought his fingers up to join hers in the sticky wetness; moaning with pleasure and sinking to her knees, her hand at the top of his shorts, she pulled them down, freeing his fully erect clock from the confines of the tight Lyra.

Both at eye level now, they stared at one another as their lips met for their first kiss. Clumsy at first, they kissed fervently as her hand slowly stroked his clock, her slender fingers pulling back his foreskin and exposing the swollen head. Her hand was gentle yet firm as it glided up and down the thick length of him. Her free hand moved to his heavy, shaven sac, fondling and squeezing, enjoying the tightness and weight of his balls. Rolling her thumb over his swollen tip, she coaxed a jewel-like drop of pre-cum and brought it up to their mouths, inserting it for them both to taste as their tongues danced together, teasing one another.

Falling back on the blanket, his fingers deep inside her, he probed and stroked her soft, pulsing flesh; pulling her down with him, he indicated for her to straddle him.

Having had a taste of him now, Sadie wanted more; breaking off their passionate kiss, she trailed her hot, swollen lips across his chest and down his taut stomach, her tongue like a hot poker across his warm skin. Mike propped himself up on his elbows and watched with delight, willing her to wrap her sweet lips around his pulsing cock. She looked up at him and their eyes locked; the lust in the smoky greyness of her gaze is unmistakable.

Slowly she circled the tip of his cock, lapping up more droplets of his lust and excitement. Pursing her lips tightly she dipped down slightly, allowing the swollen head into her luxuriously soft, warm mouth.

As he watched his cock disappear between her ruby red lips he gasped, "Fuck, you're good at this!"

He moaned with pleasure as her tongue flicked against his smooth, sensitive head.

He thrust his hips slowly in time with her mouth, wanting more, to go deeper to possess her juicy mouth with every fibre of his being. Again their eyes met and they greedily absorbed the passion and the thrilling lust that was building between them.

Reluctantly he guided her greedy mouth from his rampant cock, pulling her gently up his body, wanting to taste her breasts and suckle on them whilst his cock is deep inside the tightness of her pussy, enveloping him into its silken depths.

He took her left nipple between his lips, sucking on it hungrily. Moaning deeply she pushed her heaving breast further into his mouth as his fingers twisted and pulled on her right nipple. As his biting and nibbling increased so did her whispers and moans of pleasure, causing him to suck and lick harder, pulling her further into him, his arm encircling her, clasping her arse cheeks tightly.

Straddling him, desperate for him, she urgently wanted the thick, hard length of him to enter her silky smooth passage. Sadie guided him into her as he slipped a finger between her gorgeous, tight bum cheeks and brushed it against her most private, puckered hole. Arching her back Sadie pressed further down onto him, wanting his finger deeper inside.

Mike did as she wished and it drove her wild; tracing down her tight stomach he found her swollen clit and massaged it between his finger and thumb. She was in sheer ecstasy, and he could feel the rush of her orgasm consuming her. In complete abandonment she rode him hard, head thrown back, fingernails raking across his chest.

Her sopping wet pussy gripped his cock tightly as his fingers delved into her tight arse and played with her clit relentlessly. Grinding and thrusting her hips against him, her entire body convulsed as her passion exploded with ferocious intensity.

He came with her, his orgasm rocking his very soul as their hot naked bodies locked together, their huge orgasms crashing through them; volts of pleasure raced through them, wreaking havoc on every nerve ending and their innermost muscles.

Breathing heavily they lay together, entwined, stroking one another as the warm sun caressed them through the dappled shadows of the leafy canopy above them.

Enjoying the silence of the woods around them this late afternoon, they smiled at each other.

Playing with his nipples, Sadie whispered, "Well, I did come for a ride in the woods today..."

Hugging her tightly and grazing his stubble against her soft skin, he whispered back, "And we both got one."

Giggling like school kids they continued to kiss and cuddle, planning their next meeting whilst Jolly looked on, contentedly munching his grass.