It was a warm summer evening as Cassandra, a woman of 25 with long chestnut hair and a perfect body, tended to her horses in the stable. She wore tight-fitting jeans and a simple white blouse, her hair tied up in a neat ponytail. The only other person in the stable was a stablehand, a young man of 18 with short blonde hair and a lean, muscular build.
As Cassandra groomed one of her horses, the stablehand couldn’t help but steal glances at her. He had always found her attractive, with her long hair, curvy figure, and piercing green eyes. Cassandra, noticing his admiring looks, decided to take advantage of the situation. She struck up a conversation with him, asking about his day and his experience with horses.
The stablehand, flattered by Cassandra’s attention, opened up to her. They talked and laughed as they worked, the sexual tension between them growing with each passing moment. Cassandra, always the seductress, made sure to brush up against the stablehand whenever she could, letting her hand linger on his arm or shoulder.
Finally, Cassandra made her move. She leaned in close to the stablehand, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, “I’ve been thinking about you all day.” She traced her fingers down his chest, feeling his heart race beneath her touch. The stablehand, unable to resist her advances, wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close.
They kissed passionately, their tongues exploring each other’s mouths. Cassandra ran her hands through the stablehand’s hair, pulling him closer still. She could feel his hardness pressing against her, and she ground her hips against him, letting out a soft moan.
Without breaking their kiss, Cassandra led the stablehand to a nearby haystack. She pushed him down onto the hay, climbing on top of him and straddling his hips. She unbuttoned her shirt, revealing her lacy white bra and the curves of her breasts. The stablehand reached up to touch her, cupping her breasts in his hands and teasing her nipples through the fabric.
Cassandra leaned down to kiss him again, her hair falling around them like a curtain. She reached down between them, freeing the stablehand’s hard cock from his pants. She stroked it gently, teasing the tip with her thumb. The stablehand let out a low groan, his hips bucking up to meet her touch.
Cassandra positioned herself above him, slowly lowering herself onto his cock. She let out a soft moan as he filled her, her pussy wet and ready for him. She began to ride him, her hips moving in slow, deliberate circles. The stablehand reached up to touch her breasts, pinching her nipples and teasing them to hard points.
Cassandra leaned back, bracing herself against the haystack as she rode him harder. The stablehand reached down to touch her clit, rubbing slow circles as she moaned and writhed above him. Her pussy clenched around him, her orgasm building deep within her.
With a final thrust, Cassandra came, her pussy pulsing around the stablehand’s cock. He followed her over the edge, his own orgasm crashing through him as he filled her with his cum.
Breathless and satisfied, Cassandra collapsed onto the haystack, the stablehand’s arms wrapped around her. They lay there for a moment, their bodies slick with sweat and hay.
“Wow,” the stablehand said, breaking the silence.
Cassandra smiled, running her fingers through his hair. “I told you I’d been thinking about you,” she whispered.
They stayed there for a while longer, lost in their own thoughts and the afterglow of their encounter. But eventually, the stablehand knew he had to get back to work. He kissed Cassandra one last time, then stood up and adjusted his clothes.
“I’ll see you around,” he said, with a wink.
Cassandra smiled, watching him go. She knew they’d be seeing each other again very soon.
