Anna was in her stables, grooming her horses and getting things organized. She was anxiously awaiting Kristian, a man she’d met not long ago. A fair bit older than she was, Kristian was still striking — certain of himself, but with an innocent shyness about him too.
She’d invited him to go riding that evening. She had no idea if he could ride, so she planned to take it easy on him — in her mind, it would be an introduction to mounting, an easy trail, and they’d see what came of the evening. She recalled the breathtaking sunset and the bliss he’d given her in the cave.
Anna loved being outside. She loved riding her horses — there was a feeling of power in being able to control her beasts. More and more, she was discovering she was a free spirit, and that being at one with nature was exhilarating. Often she’d go on a hike and strip off her clothes just to be naked with nature. She loved reaching climax, naked, in the Highlands, feeling the excitement run through her body. She chased the thought away for a minute, realizing her nipples were pointing and her pussy was getting wet. She heard Kristian’s car pull into the driveway.
About fucking time, she thought. “The poor fuck probably got lost again,” she chuckled to herself. “I told him to use fucking Google Maps.”
He got out of the car, waving his phone. “Look, I used Google Maps. This fucking thing is speaking Scottish to me, and I can’t understand a word it says,” he laughed. “Just kidding. I’m late because I wanted to pick up a few things, and it took longer than planned. I apologize. Are we too late?”
“Well, the sun won’t wait for us, so come on, lad. Fucking hurry it up.”
She took him to his mount. “Have you ridden before?” she asked.
“Hmm — depends what you mean,” he trailed off. With that, he stepped into the stirrup and gracefully launched himself onto the horse, landing firmly in the saddle. She looked at him, shocked. “Thank God for YouTube videos,” he mused. He adjusted his backpack and nudged the horse forward. Looking back, he added, “Hurry up, lass. The sun won’t wait up for us.” She laughed, mounted her horse, and caught up to him.
They rode through the property, taking in the beauty of the land as the sun slowly cast long shadows. He marveled at the ruggedness of it all. Anna took in the beauty and felt connected to the land, to the blood spilled by her ancestors to keep it. Knowing full well it was going to be a light ride, Anna had gone without a bra. She loved having her breasts free. She wore a soft flannel shirt, and the feel of it against her breasts reminded her of a woman’s soft touch — there was always a heightened sensuality when her breasts were fondled by a woman. Tonight she wanted both: the rugged penetration of a man, and the soft, warm touch of a woman. The contrast made her hornier as the ride went on. She could feel her ass rocking and pumping in the saddle, and all she could think about was the hot press of Kristian’s crotch against hers, while her breasts were softly touched by a sensual woman.
They stopped at a ridge, side by side, their mounts only inches apart. He reached over and took her hand in his. They just sat there. He could feel her temperature rising, her hand like a small radiating sun. He looked at her profile — her breath quickening, her breasts rising and falling. She could feel his presence, his hand exciting her, anticipating that he’d kiss her. He leaned in and whispered, “This is so beautiful. You are so beautiful. Can I kiss you?” and they both leaned in, their lips locking, tongues thrashing and exploring each other’s mouths.
She broke the embrace, her heart racing, her clit hardening, hot wetness gathering in her crotch. “We’ll have to camp out tonight,” she said. “I don’t want to risk a horse getting hurt.” Her intentions had always been to stay the night, but she’d needed an excuse. She dismounted and gave Kristian his orders. “I’ll tie up the horses. Grab those blankets, and I’ll meet you at those rocks,” she said, pointing behind him. “Find some wood and build a fire, if you will.” Anna loved the contrast of the fire’s heat against the iciness of the Scottish night — the contrast felt erotic against her skin.
Fire built, camp set, Kristian and Anna sat close together, watching the nighttime sky take over. To the east, a full, orange-coloured moon rose over the horizon. As they held hands and gazed at it, they couldn’t help but fall back into their embrace, kissing passionately and exploring each other’s bodies with their hands. They caressed and kissed, moaning with pleasure, feeling the heat of their own bodies mingling with the radiant warmth of the fire.
Kristian leaned back against a rock and spread his legs, inviting Anna to sit between them and lean against his chest. His hands rested over her shoulders, fingers laced with hers. He could smell her hair — her scent was intoxicating. He leaned in and kissed the back of her neck, the feel of his lips sending shivers through her whole body. Her nipples tingled, her clit throbbed; all she could do in response was moan with pleasure.
She let go of his hands and placed them on his spread legs instead, running her own hands up and down his thighs. He could feel the heat of her palms through his pants. His cock was fully erect now. He reached for the front of her shirt and began undoing it, button by button, starting at the top. With each button released, her breath came faster, her heart pounding harder against her chest. With each one, she could feel her shirt opening, exposing herself further to the night. With the last button undone, he gently slid the shirt off her shoulders and out of her arms. Her breasts were fully exposed now. He noticed she wasn’t wearing a bra, and it made him twitch, a bead of precum leaking from his hot, hard cock.
Being behind her, he cupped her breasts with the delicateness of a woman’s touch, cupping them from underneath and wrapping his hands around the front. She could feel the softness of his palms — not quite a woman’s touch, but damn close. He fondled her breasts with sensuality and delicacy, gently rubbing her erect nipples between his fingers. Shivers of pleasure covered her body with every caress. She moaned with pleasure, tilting her head back to nestle into his chest. Her hands gripped his thighs firmly. She rocked her crotch against the ground to stimulate her throbbing clit.
He slid his hands from her breasts down to her stomach, to the waistband of her pants. She could feel his hands just below her bellybutton, her heart racing again, her breath short and quick with anticipation of having her pants removed. She loved the feeling of being undressed, loved surrendering control to him. He unbuttoned her pants and slowly began working the zipper down, each release of its interlocking teeth sending a small vibration reverberating into her clit. Frustrated with the slow pace, she steadied her breathing and reclaimed control of her own arousal instead.
He slid his hands along her hips and eased the pants off her, cupping and caressing her firm ass along the way. She took over from there, removing her hands from his thighs and taking off her pants and underwear herself. She resumed her position between his legs, fully naked now, fully exposed to the staring moon and stars, the flames licking at her skin with their heat, her legs spread apart over his.
She brought his hands to her stomach, guiding them with her own to feel her body. Understanding what she wanted, she placed her hands back on his thighs, giving him full control to pleasure her however he liked. His hands reached between her legs, each one caressing the inside of a thigh. He took his two index fingers and traced the contour of her lips with the gentlest touch imaginable. The wave of pleasure made her tremble. She could feel the soft touch outlining her wet lips, the gentle pressure sending pleasure through her whole body. Her pussy walls swelled and contracted; she moaned with pleasure as he continued tracing her folds, feeling her wetness gathering.
He skillfully spread her folds and held them in place, the gentle pressure sending a shock straight to her clit and nipples. She wished he had two more hands so he could caress her breasts at the same time — she could feel her nipples begging to be touched. She was entirely in his control, and she left her hands on his hips, settling instead for the warmth of the fire against her hard nipples, its heat offering a gentle burn that kept them warm. She thought a woman’s tongue on them right now would be amazing, and with that thought, let out another satisfying moan.
Her arousal kept climbing. Her breath went short and shallow, her heart pounding. She didn’t know how long she could last, and yet, selfishly, she didn’t want it to end either. She felt his fingers, coated in her slickness, gently rub her clit with the lightest of pressure. Her legs shook with pleasure as his fingers glided over her. She dug her hands into his thighs, the tightness of her grip matching the intensity of her arousal. Her head fell back, her eyes rolled. She moaned louder and louder, feeling him glide over her hard nub and around her lips. Her legs kept shaking. She held her breath with everything she had, clenched her teeth, and let out a scream as the shiver of her orgasm took hold. Her toes spread. As she succumbed to it, uncontrollable contractions gripped her pussy. She convulsed, crying out in pleasure and pain both, letting her body take over completely, waves of ecstasy washing over her.
As she steadied her breathing and started coming down from the high, she turned around frantically, thrashed at Kristian’s pants, and pulled them off. She pushed him down onto the ground and mounted him, taking his hard, wet cock and sliding it swiftly into her pussy. She felt him fill her; he could barely feel the last contractions of her orgasm against his shaft. She bent forward onto her hands and knees, kneeling over him, and he began to thrust hard and deep inside her — a reverse doggy fuck. With every thrust, her breasts bounced and rubbed against his chest; with every thrust, the wet slap of his crotch against her ass echoed in the darkness. He picked up his pace, staring at her tits bounce, her eyes closed, mouth open, trying to contain the extreme sensation as her overstimulated nerves screamed after her first orgasm.
She took a hand and, as he fucked her with determination, rubbed her clit furiously, chasing a second orgasm. He could feel her tremble as she rubbed herself. His cock was so tight and hard, his head at the very peak of sensitivity. She reached her apex before him, pushing back against him as she came. He felt her body convulse and contract, taken in completely by the beauty of her climax — how he wished he could be in her place right then, feeling the intensity she felt. He arched his back and thrust deep inside her, felt her tighten around his shaft, and pumped hard, feeling his cum fill her hot, spasming pussy.
His thrusts eased, her convulsions stopped, and they stayed there a while, trying to catch their breath. As his cock softened, it slid out of her. She contracted one more time as she felt him slip free, pushing out a mix of her release and his, dripping over his crotch. He felt the hot, slick stream cover him and revelled in the feeling. She dismounted and joined him on the blanket, and they pulled each other into their arms, wrapping themselves in it together, their bodies as one, feeling the heat of the fire against the icy chill of the Scottish night.
