‘Time to head to the bar I think!’ exclaimed Sally once they’d finished. They took up a spot near the bar and started to enjoy the events. There was bucking bull riding, bucking horses, time trials around the ring, steer wrestling and a number of other events. After a couple of events Tiffany took her Nikon from her bag and left Sally chatting to a couple of eager young men near the bar. She sat up close to the railing and started to photograph all the entrants and their horses. She wandered around the ring to the pens where the entrants horses were kept. She saw a large dark brown mare with a white diamond on its forehead and began to photograph it in all its striking beauty. The horse hung its head over the railing and Tiffany stroked its forehead.
‘Aren’t you a beautiful girl.’
‘Well it takes one to know one,’ said a voice right beside her.
Tiffany jumped, startled by the sudden intrusion. She had been so focused on her photos she hadn’t heard the man walking up behind her. Looking up at him she blushed as she realised it was the same man she’d bumped into before. She tried hard to block the look of guilt that crossed her face as she thought of her earlier fantasy.
‘I’m s-sorry,’ she stammered.
‘Don’t be,’ he replied grinning at her.
‘Chestnut here just loves having her nose rubbed.’ He ran his hand up and down the horses nose as he spoke.
‘Is she your horse?’ Tiffany questioned.
‘She is. Do you like her.’
‘Yes, she’s beautiful.’
‘Well maybe I’ll take you for a ride then sometime,’ he said winking at her.
Tiffany flushed picking up the double meaning in his words. She felt her heart start beating hard as she replied in her most seductive voice.
‘That sounds like fun, I’m sure I’d enjoy a ride.’
He stared down into her bright green eyes and a smile spread across his face.
‘I’m Keith,’ he said extending his hand towards her.
‘I’m Tiffany,’ she replied clasping his outstretched hand. His grip was firm around her soft, delicate hands. She could feel a warmth spreading through her starting from where his hand touched her. The moisture had returned between her legs and her nipples were hard as marble.
‘Well it’s a pleasure to meet you Tiffany,’ he said as he released her hand. ‘Chestnut and I are about to compete but I’d love to catch up with you for a drink afterwards if you would like. ‘
‘That would be nice.’ She smiled up at him.
With that he deftly climbed the rail and threw his leg up over chestnut, leaping into the saddle. Tiffany admired his toned body. He had strong arms, with long legs and denim jeans pulled tight around a firm ass. He had on a red checked shirt and as he looked down at her he tipped his akubra hat towards her calling ‘later!’ as he turned Chestnut on the spot and rode towards the arena.
Tiffany stood grasping the rail as she tried to get her beating heart under control.
‘What is happening to me,’ she thought, thinking back to her flirtatious comments. After a minute she gathered herself and walked over to the rail of the arena. She watched as Keith rode chestnut at full speed across the ring towards an oil drum. He pulled hard on the reins and chestnut swung around the drum and began to charge at another drum that was right in front of Tiffany. Tiffany stared up at Keiths tanned face, his brow wrinkled in concentration, he was bent forward towards Chestnuts neck, his firm hands gripping the reins with white knuckles. As he came up to the drum he reined Chestnut in for the turn and looked down at her a smile spread across his face and he winked. Then with a puff of dust he was off towards the last drum. Tiffany blushed as she felt her arousal return. She watched him tear around the last drum before flashing across the finish line. As he trotted off to the pens an announcement came over the speaker. ‘Well folks that was our fastest time yet! Give it up for Keith and Chestnut!’ A round of polite applause followed as Keith waved to the crowd.
The day continued in this fashion with Tiffany watching each event, taking photographs and just soaking up the atmosphere. She saw Keith compete in a number of other events and each time she saw him she felt a rush of excitement. She wondered if he would stay true to his word and find her for a drink after the events. She wondered what she would do if he did. She had always been a conservative girl, not one to rush into things but every time she saw him, her mind was filled with images of herself, sitting astride him.
As the sun started to set she returned to the bar area to find Sally, who was in high spirits talking animatedly to a couple of young men. When she saw Tiffany walking towards her she bid them farewell and wandered over. She grinned at Tiffany and asked ‘How’s your afternoon been hun?’
‘Great,’ replied Tiffany. ‘I got some great photos of the events.’
‘That’s awesome hun. I had a pretty exciting time while you were gone,’ Sally replied winking at her.
Tiffany started at her questioningly. ‘What happened?’
‘Well you see that guy I was just talking to. The blonde one.’
Tiffany looked past her at the attractive blonde man standing at the bar. He was fit and muscular with dark tanned skin.
‘Yes?’
‘Well it turns out he has a massive cock and he knows how to use it!’ she said grinning to herself.
Tiffany gasped at the audacity of her suggestion.
‘But where?’ She asked with only a hint of jealousy in her voice.
There was a stage set up at one end of the drinking section and a band had just started playing. Sally motioned with her hand, pointing behind it.
‘He took me round behind there. Doggie style on the grass. God it was wild! There were less people around then and I don’t think anyone saw. To be honest though, that just made it better. The thought that anyone could be watching.’
Tiffany gaped at her. ‘You can’t be serious!’
Sally just smiled. ‘You know I am. I keep telling you Tiff, you gotta loosen up. Live a little.’
Tiffany looked at her, her mouth still hanging open in shock.
Sally just grinned back at her slyly. ‘Anyway how did you fare? Photograph any cute boys?’
Tiffany blushed thinking about all the photos she’d taken of Keith. ‘No not really she lied. Though I got a couple of nice pictures of a horse called Chestnut.’
‘You sure know how to have fun,’ chuckled Sally.
Just then the blonde haired man wandered up to them. He shared a sexually charged look with Sally before turning to introduce himself to Tiffany.
‘Evening, I’m Shane.’ He offered her his hand and she took it.
‘Nice to meet you I’m Tiffany.’
‘Oh and this is Terry.’ He gestured towards the other man from the bar who had sidled up beside him.
He jumped forward eagerly and shook her hand. Tiffany smiled at him. He was clearly younger than Shane. He had dark black hair and a lanky build. He was less attractive than Shane and seemed kind of gawky and unsure of himself.
‘How about I fetch you ladies a drink, ‘ said Shane.
‘No you don’t need to.. ‘ Tiffany started to say before Sally interjected.
‘That would be lovely, thanks. Tiffany will have a gin and tonic and I’ll have a cider please.’