Ali's Dream

'Ali!!!'

She woke with a start, the remnants of the dream clinging to her mind like an insidious cloud.

'Time to get up!' her mother's sharp voice called.

It was the same dream, the same as she's had every night for the last week. It was so real she felt she was really there, really doing what her fantasy needed her to do.

She lay for a few moments, squashing her pillow between her thighs and backside, savouring the residue sexual sensations.

'You're late!' her mother called from downstairs.

Ali switched on the bedside light and blinkingly looked at the old alarm clock on her bedside cabinet. She'd forgotten to set it again.

The shower's cold burst shook the last remaining feelings of arousal from her before it kicked in with warm, then hot water.

Her bedroom was sparse, with the full-length mirror as her one of her few luxuries. As she dried herself her reflection caused her smooth her hands across her buttocks while she admired herself. She paused drying to soak in her curves, her large, proud breasts, her wide hips and protruding bottom. Then she dressed, wriggling with effort into her tight jeans.

'Do you know what the time is?' her mother asked, not needing a reply.

Ali pushed the toast away, plumping instead for just the strong black coffee.

'You're half a hour late, Ali,' her mother told her, busying herself in the kitchen.

It was a small house, with a kitchen where they also both ate, a small living room and a bedroom each upstairs. Ali was lucky enough to have her own shower, while her mother had the bathroom.

It was just coming up dawn as Ali made her way along the winding lane towards the fields. Her bike was old and gearless, but reliable, and it was heavy-going up the gradated slope. She knew it would do her figure good from all the exercise but it was hard-going. The horse-riding helped too, keeping her fit, healthy and trim. It also kept her bum nice and firm which made the young men in the village look at her all the more. She liked that. She enjoyed men admiring her bottom.

Across the tops of the furrowed, ploughed fields, the red clouds reflected the rising sun, indicating a glorious day ahead.

With laboured breathing, she reached the top of the slope where the view from there enabled her to see for miles. Had it not been hidden by a small forest, she would even have been able to see the stables where she worked. It was four miles away but now she was on a level country lane it wouldn't take her long, maybe half-an-hour.

The dawn's early daylight began illuminating the countryside and as she cycled she noticed a vehicle by the side of the road in the distance. That was unusual for this time of the day. You didn't usually see any traffic for a few hours yet, maybe just the odd tractor going to the fields.

The feel of the saddle always made her feel good, the motion almost bringing one of her 'warm' feelings, the ones which made her damp down 'there'. That's one of the reasons she enjoyed riding a horse, sitting there on something moving around.

After five minutes she approached the car. It looked like it had been specially fitted out for someone with mobility problems. Nearby, by the grass verge, a wheelchair lay overturned. She spotted a dark shape partly covered with overgrowth lying, propped up in a ditch.

'Hello!' she tentatively called.

A low groaning came from the shape. It was an older man lying on his back unable to move. His legs dangled into the shallow trench and his head lay face-up at the level top of the bank.

'Are you okay?' she asked, leaving her bike in the verge.

Unintelligible mumblings came from the man. He appeared to be disabled and confused and vulnerable.

Ali noticed something and plucked the medallion from round his neck to read what it said. "I am Fredrick Mason and I am disabled,' it read. 'I am also deaf and dumb. In case of emergency please telephone Madison County 5679302."

'Okay, Fredrick,' Ali said. 'I'm going to try and get you out of this ditch.'

At first she tried to haul him out by his shoulders but couldn't get the leverage.

'Don't worry,' she told him. 'Just relax.'

Hopping deftly down into the trench, she turned her back to him, standing astride his feet, thanking the good Lord for there being no rivulet down there. Bending down, she grabbed his ankles, intending to lever him up inch by inch. Her trainers started to slip on the dewy grass, but before she could recover her balance she fell backwards.

'Oh!' she cried out in surprise, landing with a thump on his face. Her bottom squashed down on his face and she was completely in shock for a moment.

Then she had that feeling, that 'warm' feeling, the one she'd experienced in the dream. It came over her all of a sudden and she didn't know what to do, she just couldn't do anything about it. The feeling was strong, overpowering and it made her feel so good, so free, so wonderful.

'Sorry about that,' she said.

She couldn't help but smile at his murmurings from beneath her. Automatically, she grabbed his flailing wrists.

She leaned forwards in an effort to straightened herself so she could raise herself off his face. But there was an unknown force at work preventing her from getting off him.

'Oh,' she went. 'Oh, my!'

The warm feeling surged through her with such a force until it became a sensation she'd never had before. It was thrilling, exciting, overwhelming. It was just like it was in the dream. It felt so right, so comfortable, almost as if this was always meant to be.

It was several moments before she regained her senses enough to release his almost limp wrists and raised her bottom from his overpowered face. He inhaled noisily, panting and wheezing.

'Oh, I'm so sorry,' she began, but then realised something. She suddenly knew what she had to do.

It took a few minutes to haul the small man up the bank and into his car. She couldn't be bothered to get him to sit up, so she just lay him across the front seats. His feet lay across the passenger seat, while his head rested on the driver's side. Then she put her bike and his wheelchair in the boot and clambered in.

Her cheeks were still flushed from the first time she'd sat on his face. Now they were red hot as she slowly sat down on it again. There was nothing he could do and she realised this had a lot to do with the appeal of doing it to him.

'I've dreamt about you, Fredrick,' she told him, wriggling to get his nose centred in her bottom-crease. 'This was just meant to be.'

She'd driven tractors before and the car was easy to drive. It only took a couple of minutes to reach the stables.

Luckily she was the first to arrive. She unlocked the gate's padlock and swung it open, parking right at the back, outside one of the barns. Inside were piled haystacks, kept for winter feed for the horses. It didn't take long for her to made a hideaway within the hay, right at the back. He was too heavy for her to carry so she dragged him in by his legs and, although he protested, she roped his arms to his sides and stuffed a rag in his mouth.

All the time she prayed no one else would arrive until she'd finished. At one point came the sound of a car nearby but it passed on its way to town. When she finished he was secured to a bale on his back, hidden by other bales. Then she ran to the car, extracted her bike and drove the car to some waste ground. It was heavily overgrown and only took minutes to camouflage it so no one would find it for a very long time.

And all the time she had this feeling of déjà vou hanging heavily around her, like it had all happened before. But she knew where it came from. It was that dream.

'Come on, sit down and relax,' Celia said, pouring herself more tea. 'We've got another half-an-hour yet.'

She, Ali, Maureen and Jacqui were in the office. Ali had finished her lunch and was heading towards the door.

'It's okay, there's stuff to do in the big barn,' Ali said. 'I don't mind. I need the exercise.'

'Please yourself,' Celia said. 'I think it's to do with my tea.'

The others chuckled.

Celia was the stables' owner, and Maureen and Jacqui helped Ali muck out but were primarily instructors.

'Is there much to do in the barn?' Celia asked.

'A fair amount,' Ali answered. 'What I don't finish now I'll do later.'

It was warm outside and the sun cast shadows from the beeches across the barn's panelling. It was nearing autumn and soon windswept piles of leaves would have to be raked up.

Ali's heart began to pound as she passed the seven stable booths and neared the barn. She'd changed into her jodhpurs earlier and taken one of the mares out for some exercise. She wondered how it'd feel sitting on him with breeches instead of jeans.

All morning she'd been thinking about what she'd done to the man. She couldn't think about anything else. Now, as she eased open the huge wooden door, she was so looking forward to what she was about to do to him.

It took a few minutes to shift the bales hiding him.

His eyes showed fear and there was a wet patch where he'd pissed himself.

'Hallo, Fredrick,' she said. 'It's alright, I'm just going to sit on you a while.'

He made sounds through the rag in his mouth. She stood with her back to his upturned face. He looked up at her big, bulbous bottom encased in tight jodhpurs and the groaning sounds turned to whines.

Then she slowly sank down onto his helpless face, sinking right on down, smothering out the noises.

Jesussss! It felt so good, just like it had in the dream. She loved it. The feel of his face being sat on by her bum, the feel of his nose poking up into the crease of her butt. This was the most glorious feeling she'd ever experienced. And now she realised there was an added exhilaration, something extra to add to the spice. He couldn't even breathe.

'Oh, I'm so sorry,' she told him, squashing and rubbing his face with her backside. 'I just can't help myself. I hope you come to understand that, Fredrick. I just can't help it.'

Every so often she lifted her posterior slightly so's he could snatch a breath but then like some compelling drug she felt drawn to sit back down, savouring the enjoyment of sitting on this little man's face. It was like he'd come into her life just at the right time, like just when she really needed him.

She must have sat there for three quarters of an hour and when she finally finished with him she felt absolutely elated. She couldn't believe she'd had two warm moments and they'd been the warmest of warm moments she'd ever had.

She thought she heard a noise outside while she smoothed her hands across her expansive bottom, looking down at his terrified face.

'I'll see you later,' she said, hurriedly stuffing the rag back in his mouth and repositioning the bales to hide him.

There was a mixture of guilt and exhilaration but the pleasure outshone the guilty part. Her cheeks were flushed bright red from the experience and she hoped the wind would cool her down before the others saw her.

Jacqui was outside the barn with a broom when Ali came out.

'Hi, finished what you were doing?' Jacqui cheerily asked.

She didn't particularly get on with Jacqui. The others were nice to her but Jacqui always made her feel inferior, like she thought she was better than Ali. And she was way too bossy.

'Oh, not really,' Ali replied, hoping her redness didn't show too much. 'I'll finish up later.'

'I'll help if you like,' Jacqui offered. She had a smug smile on her pretty face Ali hadn't seen before.

She was a few years older than Ali, about the same height and weight, with a horse-riding bottom like the others. Ali noticed Jacqui's nipples poking at her blouse. She thought it a bit strange as it wasn't cold or anything.

'Thanks, but it's okay,' Ali replied, glad her hotness had died down.

'Can you take out Bessie. She needs a run,' Jacqui said, sweeping some manure towards a bucket.

'Okay. See you later,' Ali said as she headed towards the stables.

Ali decided to take advantage of the situation. She took Bessie across the main road and into the meadow, heading towards where she lived. Within fifteen minutes of cantering she came to a field close to her house. There was an abandoned shed almost hidden by trees she'd often seen, and always wondered if it could be used. She dismounted, tied the reins to the fence and wandered over. Bessie grazed while her rider busied herself.

The door had a locked rusty padlock and the small window was dirty enough to not be able to see inside. Looking around, she found an old discarded metal bar which she used to lever the weak lock hinges off.

Inside the six-by-four shed it was dusty and dirty, with a metal-sprung old bed, tiny stove, cupboard and other bits and pieces. She guessed a tramp had lived there once.

It would take a bit of work but it would do for what she had in mind.

When she arrived back she decided to go to the barn before rubbing Bessie down. Something at the back of her mind was niggling away.

The barn door was shut. Ali thought she heard the rustling of straw coming from inside. Maybe Fredrick was managing to break free. She'd be in real trouble if anyone found out what she'd been up to.

Celia was coming towards her from the main house and would probably follow her in if she went into the barn. Ali moved further along, near to where Jacqui had been earlier.

'Hi, can you help me get Charlie in the horsebox?' Celia asked.

'Sure,' Ali answered.

Celia turned back towards the house where the horsebox lorry stood in the gravel driveway.

From inside the barn the rustling sounded louder and she heard a moaning sort of noise.

Oh God, Ali thought. If he gets free I'm done for.

She suddenly noticed a small crack in the wooden side of the barn. Looking through she gasped in amazement, not quite comprehending what she was seeing.

The bales of hay hiding Fredrick had been moved and there was Jacqui sitting on his face. Just like she'd done earlier. Her face was a picture of bliss.

She must have been watching me earlier, Ali thought.

'Come on!' Celia called.

Ali had no choice but to go. Her mind was in a quandary. She knew Jacqui wouldn't let her get away with this secret. She knew what type of person she was. This was turning into a right old mess. It hadn't been like this in the dream.

'Bye, Ali,' Celia said. 'See you tomorrow.'

It had been a very long afternoon and now it was time to go home. They were in the stables' yard and work was finished. Now it was looking tidy and clean.

'See you,' Ali said.

'Have a nice evening,' Celia called back, heading towards the house.

'Thanks, I will,' Ali called back. She knew she would.

But right now she had a problem. A very serious problem.

Maureen had taken the horsebox and wouldn't be back till later. Jacqui was bringing Bessie in from grazing in the meadow. They'd avoided each other, not quite knowing how to handle the situation. Jacqui didn't know that Ali had seen her.

It was awkward for Ali, but the few times when their eyes had briefly met during the afternoon Jacqui looked as though she was harbouring a naughty secret with a constant smirk on her face. She had that look in her eye now which seemed as though she'd done something really terrible and enjoyed her little secret.

'Can you put her away,' Jacqui said a bit bossily, as she approached Ali, leading Bessie by the halter.

'Err, I was just going to do some more clearing up in the big barn,' Ali replied.

'I need to do some paperwork for Celia,' Jacqui countered. 'Pretty please.'

This was a game of cat and mouse.

The horse's hooves clip-clopped on the cobblestones. Ali took the reins and watched Jacqui wander off towards the annex of the house where the office was. Leading Bessie into her stable, Ali left her there and went back outside, closing the bottom half of the door behind her. She had an inkling something was going on.

Jacqui was now out of Ali's sight, the direction to the house being hidden by the end of the stable block. Bessie's booth was second from the end furthest from the house but closer to the barn. Ali crept along past the last booth and glanced round the corner.

There was Jacqui trotting out from behind the stables, across the grass towards the barn. She'd doubled back just as Ali had thought.

Ali let her go into the barn then sprinted across to the crack in the barn's wall. Peering in, she saw Jacqui hurriedly toss the bales to one side and pull Fredrick out from his hiding place. He was still strapped on his back across the bale. Jacqui laughed a stifled laugh before pulling down her black riding breeches and sitting directly down onto the little man's face.

The cow! She was using his face with her bare bum first even before she did. And Ali was the one who got him in the first place.

'Can you give me a hand?' a voice behind her called out.

Ali spun round. Maureen was back early and had parked the horsebox in the yard.

'Sure,' Ali said, recovering quickly.

'What were you looking at?' Maureen asked.

'Oh, I just thought I heard something in the barn,' Ali replied. 'It's nothing.'

All the while Ali helped Maureen get the horse into its booth she could think of nothing else but Jacqui using her face seat behind her back. It was 'her' face seat. She'd found him, taken all the trouble of bringing him here, of hiding him. Now the cow was sitting where she should be sitting.

Ali reluctantly assisted Maureen take the horse to its booth and then had to rub him down while Maureen put the horsebox away.

I've got to get him away soon, Ali schemed to herself, smoothing the brush across the horse's coat. The only problem was she had to do it when everyone had gone home.

'Can I leave you to finish off?' Maureen asked, popping her head round the stable doorway. 'I'm absolutely knackered.'

'Sure,' Ali said.

'Have a good evening,' Maureen said, trudging off to her car.

'I hope so,' Ali called after her. 'And you.'

She spent another fifteen minutes finishing off the grooming. The image of Jacqui using Fredrick stuck in her mind. And she still had to groom Betsy which would take another twenty minutes.

Closing both top and bottom doors, Ali sneaked along to the barn, carefully not clicking her booted heels on the cobblestones, and looked through the crack. There was no sign of Jacqui and the bales had been replaced to hide Fredrick. Good, she thought. I'll finish up and get him away from here.

'Hi,' Jacqui said from behind her. Her face was flushed and her eyes looked slightly tired.

'You saw me in the barn, didn't you?' Ali's voice sounded slightly accusing.

She was pleased as well as being surprised at having been more assertive than she would normally have been.

'I could report you, you know?' Jacqui said.

'And I saw you, watched you like you watched me,' Ali retorted.

'Oh?' Jacqui countered. It was a reaction of shock from which she quickly recovered.

'So, what are you gonna do about it?' Jacqui enquired.

'Nothin', if you do nothin',' Ali replied.

'Agreed. Who is he anyway?' Jacqui asked.

'Just some guy,' Ali said.

'What are we gonna do with him?' Jacqui said.

'We?' Ali replied. 'He's my face sitting friend.'

'Look, we both happened on to something nice,' Jacqui reasoned. 'When I saw what you were doing to him I just had to try it out for myself. I've never done anything like this before, but now I've done it it'd be a crime to not be able to do it anymore.'

Ali looked thoughtful, her mind planning and scheming.

'We'll have to let him go eventually,' Ali said finally.

'Yeah, but not for a while,' Jacqui said. 'Just the thought of sitting on him makes me kind of horny.'

'Okay, but we'll have to think this through properly,' Ali said. 'He needs to be fed and cleaned and...'