An Elegant Seduction Pt. 01

"Thank fuck for that," I pulled on the rope, "I'm tired of this. Let's get you mounted."

"Ooh," she grinned, "now that's a term I haven't heard in a while, I love a good mounting."

"Fetch me that bridle," I pointed to a bridle hanging over the railing, "we're going doubles."

Once the bridle was attached I leapt onto his back and brought him over against the fence.

"Well," I looked down on her, "what are you waiting for? It's time to get up close and personal with a lesbian."

The speed at which she clambered on surprised me and sensing it, Star took a few steps backwards and whinnied. She was sitting in front of me and I inched forward a little.

"What now?"

"I want you to move with me, can you feel my legs against you?"

"Uh huh," she nodded.

"When I rise, you follow and when I go down you do the same, it's all about finding the horse's rhythm and tuning yourself to it," I squeezed my legs together, "ignore the reins, I'm in control you just follow my movements."

"Just like sex."

"Aye, just like sex."

We took a few turns around the pen and she seemed to settle into a rhythm and eventually I got off and attached the rope to the bridle and she went solo. What impressed me was noticing how quickly she picked it up and I recalled her mother's comments a few days earlier. She gets right into it and learns everything. By the time I called a halt to the exercise she seemed more at ease and I promised her more of the same tomorrow.

That next day we did that same exercise again and again. We had regular breaks but by about two she told me she had to be home to get ready for dinner.

"Ah the dinner," I pulled a grimace, "I suppose I'd better wash the smell of horse off me and find something to wear."

"What are you wearing?"

"What do you suggest?"

"I'd need to look at your wardrobe," she pulled the second trainer on, "you live on the property don't you?"

"This way," I inclined my head.

"Down the garden path?" Petra slipped her hand into the crook of my arm.

"Something like that."

My room is actually two rooms in a converted shed that used to be a radio room during the war. The first room is the kitchen, lounge room and bedroom, and the second is my bathroom with a tiny closet for the toilet.

"No K.D Lang posters?"

"I grew out of posters a long time ago," I started walking to the wardrobe, "but when I was a teenager I had my walls covered in posters."

"Women?"

"Always," I opened the wardrobe, "I even had a picture of your mum on my wall for a while."

"You're kidding," she giggled, "that's so weird."

"Why? I was a teenager, I thought she looked beautiful, she still looks beautiful."

"I know but she had an affair with a woman once," she joined me at the wardrobe.

I flinched and she reached past me and took out a black dress.

"I was twelve when I caught her snogging one of her co stars," she held the dress against me.

"She made me promise never to tell anyone," she frowned and returned the dress to the wardrobe, "and so I blackmailed her."

"Oh, aye," I reached for a white dress but she pushed my hand away and took down a dark blue prom dress.

"I told her I'd keep my mouth shut if she'd get me in a movie or on television. I did my first walk on role as her on screen daughter and by the time I came down to Earth I'd forgotten she'd been snogging a woman and she got me an agent."

She held the dress against me and smiled.

"So, now you know the truth about me," our eyes met, "this is the start of it. I tell you something and you respond in kind," she handed me the dress.

"All right, let's see it on you."

"I," I hesitated.

"You want me outside while you change? Don't mind me, I'm an actress, we change in front of each other all the time," she sat down on the couch.

"I'm fine with that," I draped the dress over the back of the couch, "really."

Even so it felt surreal stripping in front of her. She kept her eyes on me and when I was semi naked she propped her chin on her palm.

"Do lesbians ever strip for each other?"

"Some do, it depends on the woman," I stepped into the dress, "but it's not the same as doing for a man, there's no equipment so to speak."

"Well if I had a cock it'd be rock hard," she smirked, "you've got a nice body."

"Thanks for the compliment," I replied.

"Turn around," she motioned a few moments later, "that looks very nice."

"You think so?"

"Trust me, all you need is a shower, some makeup and do your hair," she rose and stretched, pushing her breasts outwards, "you'll be well and truly fuckable," she grinned and then kissed me on the cheek.

"See you at six, we have drinks first," she walked to the door and then stopped and turned around to look at me one last time.

"This will be a night to remember. Bring yourself and a healthy dose of honesty, I value honesty above everything."

She left me standing there smelling of horse sweat wearing a silk prom dress wondering just what the hell I was letting myself in for. Everything that had gone that day hinted of something else but was I misreading the signs or was this woman really flirting?

I would know soon enough.

To be continued...