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THE RIDING CLUB
Carole had always liked horses and had won a few competitions in the area where she lived, however now she was older and had left the countryside riding horses was reserved for her holidays.
Luckily for her she had managed to find herself a job at one of the big leisure stores that had opened in the city where she now lived, the pay was good and she kept herself up to date on all the latest in the equestrian world. Best of all the uniform for each department was based on the clothes worn for that particular sport, the girls in the athletics section wore shorts and T shirts, the girls in the water sports section wore swimsuits or wetsuits and the girls in the equestrian section wore riding clothes. As well as the usual clientele you would occasionally get men who came in just to admire the ladies. The girls who worked in the equestrian section had a dress code to indicate the level of responsibility they had which was based on what they wore, The sales assistants dressed in black jodhpurs with short jodhpur boots, the supervisors wore beige jodhpurs with long rubber boots and the manageress wore white jodhpurs with long black leather boots. They all wore white polo shirts with their name embroidered over the left breast.
Carole had started off as a sales assistant, but had quickly become a supervisor thanks to her years of experience with horses. After she had been there for about a year the store was taken over by a new boss who had decided to expand the store and as such had relocated to a purpose built unit on the outskirts of the city. Carole was told that the new store would have extra features such as sporting clubs, where people could not only buy the equipment they needed but try out the sports as well, and she was being offered the chance to run the riding club.
She accepted the new challenge and was immediately a popular choice with the customers especially the men who brought their daughters for riding lessons, although whether this was due to her teaching skills or the way the tight white jodhpurs clung to her shapely bottom she was not sure.
Every morning before starting work she would take a horse from the stables and spend 30 minutes riding around the arena, after this she would shower and prepare for the day ahead. One day as she entered the riding arena she noticed the lights were already on and the manageress of the riding goods section was cantering around the arena on a large chestnut. At first glance this appeared normal however Carole suddenly realised that the woman was wearing a pair of old beige jodhpurs and was topless. She came to an abrupt halt and walked slowly over to where Carole stood, it was then that Carole noticed the large wet patch between the woman, s legs.” Coming or going?” asked Carole with a laugh,” been “replied the woman blushing slightly. “That’s ok “said Carole” that’s one of the reasons I like a ride before work” “ really “ said the woman “ I thought it was my little secret” “ no” said Carole “ there, s nothing like a good hard ride first thing, gets the juices flowing” Carole turned and mounted her horse and proceeded to trot around the arena, the other woman rode alongside. After several laps she broke into a canter and as she did so she pounded down hard in the saddle the other rider did the same pretty soon she could feel the urges building up inside her and seconds later a shuddering climax tore through her body, soaking the crotch of her tight white jodhpurs. Both women looked at each other then laughed, “it seems we have more in common than we thought “ said Carole, the other woman nodded.
This went on for several months and then one day Carole was called into the main office for a meeting, as she waited outside the door she was joined by the manageress of the equestrian section, several minutes later 2 more women arrived the manageress of the watersports section and one of her assistants. It was an unusual site Carole thought as she stood there,4 women waiting for a meeting with the company MD 2 wearing jodhpurs and boots 1 wearing a wetsuit and 1 a bikini. Still she thought at least its not me in the bikini! The door opened and the MD asked them to come in and take a seat it all seemed very pleasant, maybe the meeting was not going to be as bad as they had all feared. “Ladies I have asked you all here today to discuss some changes to the store, however after recent things have come to light it may not be as bad as I had first feared” the women looked at each other puzzled. “The business has been going through a tough patch lately and I had originally intended to ask you all here to discuss cutbacks, however over the weekend something has occurred which may save all your jobs”. He switched on a large TV set on the wall and a picture appeared on the screen. The image showed the riding arena and as they all watched intently a figure dressed in a bikini riding a horse appeared on the screen, all eyes watched as the girl rode around the arena harder and harder she rode then suddenly she halted and stiffened, it was obvious to all that she had just climaxed, dismounting the horse she stood still and after parting her legs she peed through the crotch of her bikini. The video stopped! “ladies what do you make of that?” asked the MD as he turned to face them they all sat in silence, the girl in the bikini blushed. The video started again and this time it was the equestrian manageress’s turn to blush as the video showed her riding topless around the arena and as she dismounted the camera suddenly zoomed in to reveal a very wet patch between her legs, Carole squirmed slightly in her seat! The video moved on and this time it was Carole’s turn to be embarrassed, it had caught her on one of her hornier days and to her embarrassment showed her pounding herself into the saddle wearing only her long leather boots and a pair of black silky panties. The girl in the wetsuit squirmed uncontrollably in her seat. The next clip showed the girl in the wetsuit and was pretty much as before except that at the end as she climaxed she stood up in the saddle and paused before dismounting.
To be continued
Carole had always liked horses and had won a few competitions in the area where she lived, however now she was older and had left the countryside riding horses was reserved for her holidays.
Luckily for her she had managed to find herself a job at one of the big leisure stores that had opened in the city where she now lived, the pay was good and she kept herself up to date on all the latest in the equestrian world. Best of all the uniform for each department was based on the clothes worn for that particular sport, the girls in the athletics section wore shorts and T shirts, the girls in the water sports section wore swimsuits or wetsuits and the girls in the equestrian section wore riding clothes. As well as the usual clientele you would occasionally get men who came in just to admire the ladies. The girls who worked in the equestrian section had a dress code to indicate the level of responsibility they had which was based on what they wore, The sales assistants dressed in black jodhpurs with short jodhpur boots, the supervisors wore beige jodhpurs with long rubber boots and the manageress wore white jodhpurs with long black leather boots. They all wore white polo shirts with their name embroidered over the left breast.
Carole had started off as a sales assistant, but had quickly become a supervisor thanks to her years of experience with horses. After she had been there for about a year the store was taken over by a new boss who had decided to expand the store and as such had relocated to a purpose built unit on the outskirts of the city. Carole was told that the new store would have extra features such as sporting clubs, where people could not only buy the equipment they needed but try out the sports as well, and she was being offered the chance to run the riding club.
She accepted the new challenge and was immediately a popular choice with the customers especially the men who brought their daughters for riding lessons, although whether this was due to her teaching skills or the way the tight white jodhpurs clung to her shapely bottom she was not sure.
Every morning before starting work she would take a horse from the stables and spend 30 minutes riding around the arena, after this she would shower and prepare for the day ahead. One day as she entered the riding arena she noticed the lights were already on and the manageress of the riding goods section was cantering around the arena on a large chestnut. At first glance this appeared normal however Carole suddenly realised that the woman was wearing a pair of old beige jodhpurs and was topless. She came to an abrupt halt and walked slowly over to where Carole stood, it was then that Carole noticed the large wet patch between the woman, s legs.” Coming or going?” asked Carole with a laugh,” been “replied the woman blushing slightly. “That’s ok “said Carole” that’s one of the reasons I like a ride before work” “ really “ said the woman “ I thought it was my little secret” “ no” said Carole “ there, s nothing like a good hard ride first thing, gets the juices flowing” Carole turned and mounted her horse and proceeded to trot around the arena, the other woman rode alongside. After several laps she broke into a canter and as she did so she pounded down hard in the saddle the other rider did the same pretty soon she could feel the urges building up inside her and seconds later a shuddering climax tore through her body, soaking the crotch of her tight white jodhpurs. Both women looked at each other then laughed, “it seems we have more in common than we thought “ said Carole, the other woman nodded.
This went on for several months and then one day Carole was called into the main office for a meeting, as she waited outside the door she was joined by the manageress of the equestrian section, several minutes later 2 more women arrived the manageress of the watersports section and one of her assistants. It was an unusual site Carole thought as she stood there,4 women waiting for a meeting with the company MD 2 wearing jodhpurs and boots 1 wearing a wetsuit and 1 a bikini. Still she thought at least its not me in the bikini! The door opened and the MD asked them to come in and take a seat it all seemed very pleasant, maybe the meeting was not going to be as bad as they had all feared. “Ladies I have asked you all here today to discuss some changes to the store, however after recent things have come to light it may not be as bad as I had first feared” the women looked at each other puzzled. “The business has been going through a tough patch lately and I had originally intended to ask you all here to discuss cutbacks, however over the weekend something has occurred which may save all your jobs”. He switched on a large TV set on the wall and a picture appeared on the screen. The image showed the riding arena and as they all watched intently a figure dressed in a bikini riding a horse appeared on the screen, all eyes watched as the girl rode around the arena harder and harder she rode then suddenly she halted and stiffened, it was obvious to all that she had just climaxed, dismounting the horse she stood still and after parting her legs she peed through the crotch of her bikini. The video stopped! “ladies what do you make of that?” asked the MD as he turned to face them they all sat in silence, the girl in the bikini blushed. The video started again and this time it was the equestrian manageress’s turn to blush as the video showed her riding topless around the arena and as she dismounted the camera suddenly zoomed in to reveal a very wet patch between her legs, Carole squirmed slightly in her seat! The video moved on and this time it was Carole’s turn to be embarrassed, it had caught her on one of her hornier days and to her embarrassment showed her pounding herself into the saddle wearing only her long leather boots and a pair of black silky panties. The girl in the wetsuit squirmed uncontrollably in her seat. The next clip showed the girl in the wetsuit and was pretty much as before except that at the end as she climaxed she stood up in the saddle and paused before dismounting.
To be continued