After a moment's hesitation I answer, "Sure, why not?"
"Ok. Follow me," Amaya whispers.
I pull up my trousers and follow her quick strides out of the house. "Isn't it still too dark to go riding?" I ask, jogging slightly to catch up with her. You wonder how a petite woman like Amaya, at 5'6", could saunter that fast.
"The horses are white, and it's not that dark," she replies as she reaches the other side of the bridge with Delilah's name on it.
"So, you'll go riding in that?" I ask, indicting her micro shorts. I feel my hard on building again as I admire the athletic sway of her backside.
"Why not?" she says, with a smile in her eyes. "I like the feel of the horse's skin."
"You mean you ride bareback?"
"Haven't you tried? You're new to this, Are you?"
I look ahead and notice two white horses and another woman dressed similarly like Amaya. As I get closer, I recognize Nelli. I also realize that she's not as bare-legged as Amaya because of her skin-colored tights.
"Hello ," Nelli greets me. "Didn't know you'd be coming!"
"I invited him to our little trip," Amaya answers and whispers something into Nelli's ear.
"Wow! No leftovers?!" Nelli exclaims, as she slightly bends over her 5'11" frame and gives Amaya a long French kiss. From the looks of it, I understand what Amaya has just whispered into her ear. "Well, he's welcome to join," Nelli adds playfully.
"Where did the two of you learn to ride?" I ask as I watch them expertly mount their horses without any saddles.
"Nelli's the real rider," Amaya explains. "I'm still learning. You better ride with her!" I notice the twinkle in Amaya's eye and wonder what it means.
Unsure at mounting a bareback horse, I approach Nelli with an air of slight helplessness. "Here, place your right hand on my hips and ..." Nelli's words are drowned out by my sudden realization that what she has on are thigh highs, and not tights, as my hand clasps her bare hip.
As I pull myself up, my hand accidentally brushes her mound and I realize further that she is more nude than I had thought. I notice up close that what appeared to be denim shorts was actually body paint. "Sorry, didn't mean to ..." I whisper hesitantly, as I move my hand upwards to her spandex-covered waist.
"Oh! You were fooled by Mel's painting. You may keep your hand where it is," she says lightly, as she moves her bare ass backwards against my swollen hard on. I instinctively move slightly backward.
"Didn't know Mel could paint," I say, somewhat surprised. "What else does she do that I don't know about?"
"Hold tight and don't move a inch further," she warns, ignoring your question, as she steers the horse into a trot. I try to focus on Amaya who has gone far ahead, but the bouncing of Nelli's ass on my hard on is too much for me.
"I guess we have to fix that now!" Nelli smiles as she glances intentionally at my crotch.
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