A Man and his Horse

Hello everyone, today is the day I'm meeting up with PK and Katie. It seems as if it has taken forever to get here. I only wish time would standstill for the next couple of days.

 Hope you enjoy the story.

Each day as I drove passed the property, I would watch the beautiful chestnut horse munching grass in the pasture.  He always looked so lonely.  Once upon a time, he had companions but he had been alone for some time now. I started to greet him on my daily trips by and I swear he would stop, turn his head and look at me.  One day, I pulled over to the side of the road, and he ambled up to me and allowed me to pet him.  After that, I bought carrots by the bushel and if I ran out of carrots, I’d have an apple or a cube of sugar so that he always had a treat on my daily visits.

At one time, the property had been a working ranch with boarding stables. Now Halloween was the only time there was any activity.  The now empty ranch served as the local pumpkin patch and for two months of the year, it bustled with activity.  The day I saw the For Sale sign, my heart dropped.  What would happen to my beautiful chestnut friend? I wished I had the wherewithal to make him mine.  I hoped the property didn’t get sold to a developer as had happened lately to the many large tracts of land.  Houses, shopping centers, and traffic were filling up the beautiful pastoral countryside, and the vast open spaces were being squished out.

One day, so engrossed in my conversation with Chessie, as I started calling him, I never heard anyone come up beside me.

“What are you doing to my horse?” a loud voice asked.  So startled I almost fell backward into the ditch.  A strong, muscular arm grabbed hold of mine to keep me from falling.

“Chessie and I are friends.” I stammered to a man with chiseled features who towered over me.

“Friends, huh.

“Yes, I live down the road and I pass this way daily and have been stopping to visit with Chessie for almost two years.”

“Who’s Chessie?”

“It’s the name I’ve given to this fellow.  He used to have companions but has been the only horse for a long time. I felt sad because he seemed so lonely, so I started to stop and visit each time I came by.”  I was stammering on like a schoolgirl.

“I’m Chelsea Fletcher, by the way,” and extended my outstretched hand to him.

“I’m Gabe Mitchum.  I recently bought this place.”

“You’re going to keep it as it is, aren’t you?” I boldly asked.

“If you mean am I a developer, the answer is no.  I’m going to make improvements and your friend Chessie won’t be alone anymore.”

“I’m so glad to hear that.  I hate what’s happening to this county.”

“I know what you mean.  I was born and raised within ten miles of here and hadn't been around for a long time, the changes are unbelievable.  I came back on business, and when I saw what was happening, I knew I wanted to get in and get me a piece of property before it was all gobbled up by developers.”

“Will you continue to do the Pumpkin Patch?”  He looked at me quizzically. 

“Oh, the former owners did a Pumpkin Patch here each Halloween.  There were rides and activities for the littles.  We'll miss it if it isn’t continued.”

“I don’t know about that.  I intend to offer boarding stables and train horses.   Nice meeting you Chelsea, I can call you that can’t I?”

“Please do.  Do you mind if I continue to visit Chessie until he gets some companions?”

“Nope.”  He walked away, and I noted he had a slight limp, but it didn’t stop me from admiring the way he fit into those jeans.

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I continued visiting Chessie on a daily basis and could see the improvements Gabe was making on the property.  Stopping for groceries on the way home one day, I bumped into him in the local Tom Thumb. 

“Where’s the carrots?” he asked

Laughingly, I told him that Chessie said he was sick of carrots and could I please switch to apples.” 

He laughed.  “Not too many, though.  I don’t want him to get a bellyache.”

“No worries.”  After that, we stood there and chatted for a good ten minutes until another customer needed to pass.  I started to move away.

“You know, Chelsea, I don't even know if you're single or married?"

“I’m a widow,” I answered.  “And you?”

“Single.  Would you like to have dinner sometime?  I’m becoming bored with my company.”

I smiled. “I don’t know if I should be flattered or not, but I could use the company too.” 

“There’s a Texas Roadhouse down the road, how about tonight?”

“Perfect.  Shall I meet you there or is this a real date and you plan to pick me up?”

“Why not call it a real date.  7:00 okay?”

“Sure, head up the road, right on Saddle Ridge, third house on the right.  You’ll see my car in the driveway.”

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He arrived a few minutes early, and I was able to get a good look at him coming up the walkway.  Instead of jeans, he had on a pair of khaki’s, a blue button down collar shirt with the sleeves rolled up and instead of boots, a pair of loafers, no socks. 

“I wouldn’t have taken you for a cowboy,” I told him.

“A cowboy is a state of mind, not a state of dress.  By the way, you look beautiful.  It’s not often you see a woman in a dress.”

“Thank you,”  I told him and glad I had decided on a sundress and sandals instead of the usual capris or jeans.  “Shall we go?”

Texas Roadhouse was crowded when we arrived, and we sat at the bar until the buzzer went off.  Instead of the beer I was sure he would order, he surprised me again by ordering a martini, straight up.

“You are a man of many surprises,” I told him. “Do you eat chicken, fish and pasta too?”

He laughed. "You really have me stereotyped, don't you?" I laughed. 

“I grew up around ranchers, and my husband did too, so I know them pretty well. We moved here to get away from ranching but not too far removed from the way of life. We had only been in the house two months when he got called up.  His helicopter went down six months later.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Me too but life goes on.  How about you, what have you done with your life?”

“As I mentioned before, I was born and raised around here but we moved when my dad got transferred back east.  An entirely different way of life.  After college, I roamed around for a bit and finally took a job at Boeing.  I traveled a lot, and one of the trips was here to the plant in Plano.  So here I am, trying to make a go of boarding and training horses.”

“Do you know enough about horses to be successful?”

“I know some and figure I can hire someone who knows more.”

“Cocky, I like that,” I told him.

“You have no idea.”

“I like adventures.” I gave him what I thought was one of my best ‘come and get it’ smiles and hoped he’d take me up on my suggestion.   I couldn’t believe I was so bold, but I was ready for an adventure.

He accepted my invitation for coffee.  I went to make the coffee, and he asked to use the restroom.  I was taking mugs out of the cupboard when he came to the doorway, my vibrator in his hand. While living alone, there were some things I didn’t bother to hide.   I felt the color creeping up, my face, and he laughed.

“I’m glad you think this is funny.”  He came over and hugged me, and we both felt the electricity that flowed between us.  “It is funny, but don’t be embarrassed.  After all, I planned on offering stud services, now I know I have competition.”

She laughed.  “Not to worry, I have a whole array of unused weapons in my arsenal.  Are you interested?” I couldn’t believe my brazenness.

“Weapons huh.  Interesting choice of words.  Should I fear for my life?”

“No, but maybe I should.  I’ve heard them referred to as weapons of ass destruction.”

“Oh, that kind of weapons.  Are you into kinkery, Ms. Fletcher?”

“I don’t know. With my husband deployed, I had a lot of time on my hands and did a lot of reading. I bought some enhancements and planned on giving them a try when he returned.  Unfortunately, we never had the chance.”

“Enhancements sounds better than weapons, which is it?”

“Both, all wrapped up in a box in my closet.  Do you want to explore?”

“I would love to explore with you.  However, I don’t think I would feel comfortable knowing you bought these items with someone else in mind.  How about we make a date for Saturday? In the meantime, with you in mind, I’ll do some shopping of my own. Then we can explore together.”

I understood how he felt and although disappointed I had to wait until Saturday, I’d been waiting a long time and a few more days hardly mattered. I must have looked disappointed because he took me in his arms and told me Saturday was just a few days away.  He kissed me, one kiss led to another, and his hands cupped my behind and pulled me toward him.  I could feel his erection pushing against my pelvis, and I moved further into him.  The next thing I knew I was over his shoulder and he was carrying me toward the bedroom.  He swatted my bottom a couple of times along the way and put me down on the bed.  Sitting down next to me, he lifted my dress, removed my panties and delved his fingers into my wet folds.  I wriggled around until he found just the right spot and moaned as I enjoyed the sensations he aroused.  I wanted to pleasure him too, but he pushed my hand away. I could feel the climax begin and sighed when the spasms overtook my body.

It was such a pleasure lying in bed wrapped in a man’s arms, even if we were both fully dressed.  He put his arm around me and cuddled me to him. He tried keeping things light, and I appreciated his effort.

“Did I do better than the vibrator?”

“Mmmm, much better.  Why wouldn’t you let me touch you?”

“I wanted this to be about you. On Saturday, I’ll let you have your way once I used some of the toys I plan on buying.  So tell me, wood or leather?”

I must have look puzzled because he asked again, wood or leather. Finally, it dawned on me and said I had no idea.  “My husband only spanked me with his hand.”

“Well, we’ll try that too.  Right now, I’ve got to go.  I have an early start in the morning.  I’m buying Chessie some companions.”

I started to rise, and he told me to stay put, he would see himself out.  “Thanks for a great evening,” he said as he reached over to kiss me. 

  

“Maybe we should thank Chessie.” I said.  He grinned and said he’d be sure to give Chessie an extra portion of oats in the morning.

See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.